pupmorningstar Poetry Podcast

I forgive myself for the maps I did not have, for the names I could not yet speak, for the doors I walked past because I did not know they were mine to open. I forgive myself for mistaking endurance for wisdom, for believing survival was the same as choosing well. I did not fail to see sooner. I was still being taught how sight is earned. Some lessons arrive only after the cost has been paid, afte...

I have wanted to write this poem for a while .. but I never felt worthy of the phrase. I would always run from healing becasue it was too hard. I would try to find shortcuts to make things easier. Writing this poem would have been disingenuous because I did not embody what it means. I now feel worthy. Not as a promise, not as a banner waved from safety, but as a truth learned with dirt under the n...

A Rite of Thunder, Rain and Rebirth O storm-born Father, breaker of sleep, Thunder-wolf prowling the mountain steep, You howl through the pines in an elder tongue, While runes of the tempest on night-clouds are hung. Rain-Maiden whirls in her silver delight Veiling the fiends in her shimmering white, Her bare feet drum on the bones of the land, Waking the seeds with a cool, blessed hand. Oak-Lord...

What Stands Beyond The Door Fear does not define us, it only names the room we were told never to leave. I have lived in the dark long enough to know it was never empty, only waiting. There is a door here. Not torn open. Not forced. Just ajar, as if something on the other side has always trusted me to decide. Light spills out not as purity, but as truth. Every color I was warned against, every hue...

Original Post: https://pupmorningstar.substack.com/p/empty-cup-gospel?utm_source=youtube I learned early that love was proven through offering. That being useful was safer than being witnessed. So I became the keeper of hours, the voice that answered in the dark, the one who knew which words to place on the tongue of grief so others could keep walking. I learned how to hold chaos like a bowl of wa...

I wish every parent who throws their child out on the streets because they are LGBTQIA+ and every parent who abuses a child would be rounded up and locked away so deep they fear running out of air to breath.
No, I am not okay but I am thankful for the universe directing someone to me.

This is dedicated to a stranger that reached out because they needed someone to care about them even for a moment...

Music: Embrace by Saappheiros Only Memories by Hyden Folker From the BreakingCopyright YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLfP6i5T0-DkIviWiMcjJkt1urg8ky-xrZ

Not because the world is kind do I believe in tomorrow, but because it can be kinder by the work of our hands. I have seen what we are capable of at our worst and still I choose to stay. Still I choose to mend. Hope is not naïve here. It is scarred. It limps. It knows the weight of history and carries it anyway. I believe in the slow repair in cracked things learning how to hold again, in people u...