Category: Poetry

• Going home

  I dance to the songs of my story, my past. She breathes through me the remembrance of a path once walked. She breathes through me the grief and clarity that comes forth from being face to face with the shadow of what once was. A fading memory becoming breath, becoming life, becoming me, going home.

  Written by

  Danah Blanco

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  Jun 6, 2019

• These flowers

  These flowers… I saw them being born, and I saw them die. And what I saw, is that Death is just a name for another moment in Time. 

  Written by

  Danah Blanco

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  Aug 12, 2018

• Who I Am

  If I were to be anything else than what I am, I could only become Me again. . I am not my thoughts. I am not my feelings. I am not my emotions. I am not my job. I am not my responsibilities. I am not my success. Or my failures. I am not what…

  Written by

  Danah Blanco

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  Jul 30, 2018

• The idea of me

  There is beauty in knowing we are imperfect. But there is also pain. . There is longing for meaning. For completeness. There is striving to become…  what? What is it that I need to feel enough? . In learning to love unanswered questions I find some peace. . In learning to love Myself I let…

  Written by

  Danah Blanco

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  Apr 1, 2018

• Silence

  For as long as breath fills the present instant there is Nowhere else to go. . For as long as mind is focused in the moment, there is No One else to Be. . I close my eyes and let the rivers of tears flow to my chest and rest in my heart. . I…

  Written by

  Danah Blanco

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  Mar 29, 2018