Category: poetry

our next now

January 24th, 2023

We spend so much time
waiting
for more time
waiting
for time to pass
waiting
for a time to feel whole

We forget the beauty
in living
the beauty
in breathing
the beauty
in just being

Does a tree wait
for its leaves to fall
or
for its roots to spread?
Does the sun wait
for its rays to rise
or
for its center to set?

Who’s setting the clock
to your life?
What happens in all those moments
you’re just waiting?
When did life become
a series of waiting for the next thing?

The next thing is born
in every now
The now is never waiting
it’s just all
If we lived every now
instead of waiting for every next
Our next would be now
and our now would be all

-Grace

Author’s Note – I actually wrote this while waiting for something :-). And then it hit me…why am I waiting? Sometimes inspiration is found in the tiniest moments. When I came back to blogging, I switched my tagline to “Truly, Deeply and Fully LIVE”…and that’s what this piece is about.
story telling

January 13th, 2023

Used to stare
into the eyes
When that became
disguise
Ignited the inner seeker
one glance into what’s deeper
When that became
perfectly vexing
I went inside
to the mirror reflecting

They call it
people watching
I call it
story telling
There’s a hidden spin
you can stare within
They tell us
it’s only overthinking
But that doesn’t last
just go beyond blinking

One of us
will peek and look away
One of us
will critique and stay
One of us
will shuffle through the whole crowd
One of us
will stare inside even if there’s a cloud
All of us
will look somewhere
But one of us
will go beyond the stare

-Grace

Author’s Note – this was supposed to be about “staring at the ceiling” but it came out a little differently. I love how it came together though. I will be playing around with the staring at the ceiling aspect soon :-). I’ve always been a people watcher and last few years I’ve found a deep peace in staring within, so it only makes sense that I need more than one piece to fit all these lifelong/ever-changing thoughts…more to come :-).
storms

December 30th, 2022

The whoosh
of turning a crisp page
The whirl
of setting an invisible stage

The rustle
of wind running through a tree
The tumble
of waves washing on the sea

The silence
of roots tunneling into the earth
The whisper
of a season’s new birth

The meaning of sound
hits us round and round
It’s something we let pass us by
yet we know inside it will always fly

In every moment you look
there’s a song to hear
In every lesson we took
was a harmony so clear

My name is grace
but my sound has a different pace
A verse without labels or forms
and a chorus with peaceful storms

-Grace
a piece of her-story

December 27th, 2022

Almost like a replay of my past

Part of a feeling that didn’t last
It’s funny how a connection can feel so vast
Enter a different timeline, find a new broadcast
Cut to the chase, maybe we rushed it
Exactly when did we breathe and trust it

Objectively, we looked like a glass unshattered
Feelings underneath told a story more scattered

History is more than a written script
Editing the now to feel like we clicked
Reading our story, when was I tricked

–

Sometimes I knew I was making it more
Trusting the feelings change in my core
Oceans of rocky waves always hit this shore
Ready to experience, I’m glad I felt it before
Yet it’s time to let go, time to soar

-Grace

Author’s Note – Acrostic poetry is a poem where the first letter of every line creates a phrase/sentence of its own, and I absolutely love writing in this form. The phrase here is “a piece of her-story”. If you break out the word history, it becomes his-story, so her-story is a play on that.

This is my story of a recent relationship lesson; I find relationships often are our best teachers even if it’s hard to see at first. It’s also a bit of a continuing thought from my last piece “this is what i’ve learned about love.”

I sat with this piece for a while as I was still figuring out “her story”, but I know it now and writing this was like a form of getting closure. If you’re reading this today, thank you for reading but also, take this as your sign to express what’s in your heart no matter what it is…closure is never found outside, it is always within.
the skins

December 13th, 2022

If life was a bookshelf
And we were all our own book
I’d be more than myself
You’d be more than a look

When a story begins
I read the words you show me
And when I read beyond the skins
You write what you think we’ll be

We’ll get to the climax, good or bad
The details are a little different than before
Straight to the falling action, happy or sad
But the structure always has the same core

Every time I get to an ending chapter
I’m more at peace, a little less stressed
I wonder if you’re just an attending actor
I wonder if this is all just a lifelong test

So, when I picked your book off the shelf
I didn’t know how long you’d be in my book
But I was ready to leap, ready to test myself
I got the best ending of all, I’m more than a look

-Grace

Author’s Note – I’ve been pondering this idea for quite some time now; this perspective has so many different angles to it. I’m sure I’ll continue to play with it in the future too :-).

Writing, reading, storytelling, and books in general are some of the most special things in life – there’s something that resonates so deeply when mixing them with our human lives. So cheers to the stories we’re creating and reading in every moment!
life is good

December 7th, 2022

Something’s been telling me to write
And I’ve been putting up a fight
Something about saying what’s right
Instead of letting go and taking flight

My mind has a way of being chaotic
While life has a way of being hypnotic
It’s this weird paradox we play in
One I think we like to stay in

Summarizing my life in a few lines
Memorizing the meaning in a few signs
Fitting a million moments in one
Feeling the rise just like the sun

I’ve pursued my dreams in real life
I’ve stayed me when there was strife
I’m healing and living at the same time
It all feels so perfect, like this rhyme

Grace

And here’s the image version 💛

Welcome to Phase 2 of this blog – where we dive into a new definition of being fearless and what it means to truly LIVE! The website has been fully updated and if you’re curious as to what I’ve been up to this past year, go check out the updated “About” page!

Thank you to each and everyone of you who sent me the sweetest messages during my hiatus, they didn’t go unnoticed! Each one brought big smiles to my heart and left me so truly touched.

Here’s to phase 2 of Fearless Free Soul! Thank you for being on this journey with me! -Grace
the greatest

September 23rd, 2021

The greatest protection
Authentic inner connection
Reality flows when we declare
Frequency is our evolving software

The greatest strength
Open arms without length
Vulnerability is courageous
Love is contagious

The greatest poise
Silence or noise
A balance to be smart
Or take a chance of the heart

The greatest teacher
Relationships of every creature
Life has its gifts
Even when the journey shifts

People come and go
Lessons ebb and flow
Timelines written and read
The greatest adventure is ahead

Ace

My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here for more info!
invisible

September 17th, 2021

It’s the invisible things
that we remember
The act of doing
sends a charge
But the act of feeling,
and being
leaves a mark

A formless knowing
invisible to the human eye
but deeply visible
to the internal light
When something
feels like home
But home has no limitations
freed from visibility’s cage
So, home becomes
the formless knowing

Sometimes I wonder
if my eyes truly see
Is the world invisible
and my human lenses
make it visible?

Maybe I’m invisible
dancing with the shadows
While the world screams
through the visible,
grasping for my attention
begging for my acceptance

When I look back
on my life thus far
It’s the invisible things
I cherish the most
The day I decided to live
fearlessly
The moment I realized
dreams and reality are one
The second I chose
to truly love and be me
To the world, it may blend in
But to me, it stands out

So, when I look ahead
on my life that’s to come
It’s the invisible things
I look forward to the most
The day I feel
a deeper me
The moment I listen
to my heart’s entire song
The second I fly
into frequency’s arms
To the visible, it might be small
But to the invisible, it is all

Ace

My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here for more info!
uncommon

September 10th, 2021

What is normal?
Fitting in and dressing formal?
Blending in and becoming the crowd?
Following and doing what’s allowed?

I’ve never understood
Why normal is “good”
I think life is more than passing by
It’s an adventure, a time to fly

Is standing out unique?
Or simply antique?
Is being who you truly are
Deeply fulfilling or just bizarre?

Why shrink and hide?
Why comply and abide?
You have a soul to live
A purpose to give

Even though in every conversation
My “differences” become the fixation
I smile, grateful for being me
In this authenticity, I am free

Ace

My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now!! To purchase, click here for more info!
droplets

September 4th, 2021

Droplets of time escape my mind
Drop in my eyes, reality is blind

Droplets of sky run through my hair
Trickling down my skin with gentle care

Droplets of magic journey down my shoulders
As I continue to journey up these boulders

Droplets of our lost sun float across my back
Igniting a heartbeat, creating a track

Droplets of starlight land on my arms
Rolling, descending, leaving little charms

Droplets of the past lay on my fingertips
Stopping for a moment, the future slips

Droplets of a cycle start to repeat
In this melody, nature and I meet

Ace

Droplets d r o p
like rain in my head
I feel their delicate
thud
I hear their subtle
story

Droplets flutter
I know this drop
Trust lets
go
Love lets
in

Droplets fly
in this vision I know
Scenarios lived over
and over
Feelings felt again
and again

Droplets clear
familiar histories
And
echoing mysteries
Sitting in my wave
thunder rumbles inside

Change on my horizon
Something real
calling my attention
So, when she follows
and I surrender the game
It becomes visible
the illusion played

Broken pasts want my repair
But droplets come and cleanse the air

Ace

Had a neat experience with rain (droplets) recently, hence these two droplets 😉! The first piece is about that neat experience, and the second piece is about how that neat experience helped me when something was kind of on my mind. I love when experiences leak into perception and give you a different view on life. I hope this helps you on your journey! Be fearless and free -Ace

My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now!! To purchase, click here for more info!