Poetry Collection

Words from the Soul

Poetry is the language of the spirit — a bridge between the seen and the unseen, the wound and the wonder. These poems were written through my own seasons of healing.

Healing

Trust Fully

The heart cries, 'Trust Fully' as ashes drop from the sky.

The battle ensues, as I am to choose vulnerability or invulnerability.

How can I trust when I'm back to ground zero?

I lived with vulnerability — an open heart, building others up, listening.

Never shall they go unseen and unheard.

Oh, I was too open; invulnerability sets in

Never again will they get too close, to see my demons.

To be unseen, unheard is welcomed here.

Old habits, mistrust sets in.

Cataloging conversations, facial expression — perceived and real

To start over once again, can it be done?

Here I lay in a mound of ashes, do I dare stand? I shake, and soot remains.

Drip, drip, the cleansing rain penetrates the depths of my soul.

Looking for the celestial lights, Gold shines through

Vulnerability calls out to Resilience — step forward, move on, start new.

The whisper is clear. Trust Fully! I am right here with you yesterday and today.

Past is but a mist. Embark on a new journey, a new season.

To glide through bodies of water, skip through dense forests, and experience joy

and peace.

With others on the grassy pastures amongst the wildflowers.

Where the battle is won, and everyone is seen and heard.

Where vulnerability or invulnerability are one in the same

Where trust becomes commonplace

— Written on 5.6.21 by Kristine (Krissy) Milewski

Growth

Turning Over

Turn over a leaf, one sees…

The underbelly, damp and full of life.

As it dries, discoveries are made;

the wind blows,

the dust travel,

life clings on, sprouting beyond the imagination.

Embrace. See. Feel. Smell.

The new season.

Season of success.

Full of vitality!

Joy!

All crafted for new beginnings.

That. That is already HERE.

Unseen to the eye, growth sprouts.

As it is, the life of a leaf's underbelly.

First place, Uplift Artist Contest, Windsor, CO, 10.3.25

— Written by Kristine (Krissy) Milewski

Growth

Live outside your comfort zone.

To never miss the opportunity.

To see what the universe Is offering.

To meet and learn from others' experiences.

Is that what living outside my comfort zone will be?

I looked over the rocky edge; waterbirds sitting on the sea

Is there comfort and safety where I stand?

I dare as the Puffin and live on the rocky edge.

Becoming vulnerable, curious, comfortable with change.

I take a leap of faith with courage, to choose outside the comfort zone.

I know that the inner guidance will lead me, keep me safe.

I come to know myself more deeply.

I am grateful for the opportunity to live outside my comfort zone.

— Written in 2020 by Kristine (Krissy) Milewski. All rights reserved.

Spirit

Heart of the Angler Fish

In the depths of the ocean, where light cannot reach,

Lives a creature of darkness, beyond human speech.

The Angler Fish glows with a luminescent light,

A beacon of hope in the darkest of night.

So too in our hearts, there's a light that shines bright,

A spark of the divine, a glimmer of light.

In the depths of our souls, where shadows reside,

There's a heart that beats strong, a love that won't hide.

Like the Angler Fish, we carry our light,

Through the darkest of times, through the longest of nights.

We illuminate the path for those who are lost,

We share our light freely, no matter the cost.

For in giving our light, we find our own way,

We discover our purpose, we welcome the day.

The heart of the Angler Fish, deep in the sea,

Reminds us that light lives in you and in me.

— Written in 2021 by Kristine (Krissy) Milewski

Spirit

My Voice

My voice is a gift, a treasure to share,

A melody of words, floating through the air.

It carries my truth, my joy, and my pain,

A symphony of life, sunshine and rain.

My voice is a bridge, connecting hearts,

A canvas of sound, where healing starts.

It speaks of love, of hope, of grace,

A gentle reminder of our sacred space.

My voice is a light, shining in the dark,

A guiding star, a healing spark.

It echoes the whispers of the divine,

A reminder that your voice, like mine, is a sign.

So let your voice rise, let it be heard,

Share your story, speak your word.

For in your voice, there's a power untold,

A story of healing, waiting to unfold.

— Written in 2018 by Kristine (Krissy) Milewski (version 2)

Poetry speaks where words fall short

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