life of a georgia Artist

Pathway by Debbie Aruta                          Photo by Stephen Leonardi on Unsplash He opened the door to her heart when he said he loved her, but she wanted to close it due to not trusting him. Did he open it, or did he push it? She needed to know. Either way her heart was currently exposed for the world to break. Melting her soul like an ice cube on a hot radiator, she could see herself drifting away into his arms. Losing herself a little at a time just like the ice slowly  changing form, she was also. Everyday she yearned to be the person she used to be, the person she was before he arrived. She was sufficient, proficient, and reliant only on herself, Now she liquefied into him every time he was near, losing more of herself and becoming more of him. Why was her path on this particular journey, Wasn’t she enough alone for her own life to include happiness? Hadn’t she been content with life before his arrival? Now she worried, maybe she doesn’t understand love a

His Soul Drips Photo by Fernando @cferdo on Unsplash His soul drips down on me like a soft gentle rain. Caressing my arms, my nose, my eyes, and my soft lips. A Warmth felt deep inside me, like honey on the comb dripping. I feel my heart slowing, effortlessly sliding down into his arms. Hands reaching out to catch sun rays beaming down on me. Love touching his fingertips and mine, slowly connecting our journeys. Falling freely to a place of comfort, warm and non-judgmental, no longer hiding, truths, unyielding friendships, small steps always becoming closer. Breezes caress our cheeks lightly, as feathers lay weight laying upon our bodies. Filling up with the understanding, that this is it for all time, together. Choosing to work on problems instead of tear apart, looking at the good and the bad, but seeing it as one. Learning to trust in how we feel, and grow forward together. I hope this poem finds you safe and well. I know som

Good Morning, This is a poem I wrote in the midst of the insanity. I hope you enjoy it. Inner Turmoil  My life, my world, collapsed ideas, distraught feelings, fragments remain. Shards of memories body wracked in fear, a past better forgotten, left behind to bleed out. Human emotions wasted, my head lowered, never knowing what love required, only to be told again to go. Strangled passion, emotions wasted on the young, a hand not reciprocating, a love gone decades ago. I pray you are all well and peace has been made with the new normal. Life is mess right now. Take care of you!! your story teller/poet Debbie xoxoxo