Claire Boudrix

I stopped telling you about my dreams a long time ago. I think that’s when it hit me. We’re doomed

Nothing calms me like a storm.

The feeling of inner plateaus when you were convinced of your own freedom. Reincarnated entrapment—a suitable womb for resentment to birth envy towards those with native guides and teachers. #writersofbluesky #writingcommunity #poem

Revelations from today’s therapy session 🔭 🧿 🌱 #writer #writingcommunity

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Solitude watering my garden at 3AM. Awake in the darkness. While the rest of the world sleeps, I greet the deer that spent the day hiding. While they graze, my roots grow deeper.

Thank you 🫶🏻

A blank slate terrified me.

How was I supposed to know what to do at 16!?

With Father Time, I was gifted new sight.

With it, I realized that the endless void I continued to get lost in was really the most beautiful backdrop canvas.

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I appreciate you ♥️

Does anyone else think about the endless possible stories attached to such simple things? A beautifully yet haunting exercise. Sometimes I wonder what stories my possessions will tell when I’m gone, and if they’ll ever get to taste the curiosity of someone new. #poetsofbluesky

The world bows to cruelty
bending the knee
and kneeling in shards
of broken bones
and burning coals.

From a distance,
those whose kindness
was seen as weakness
protect their orchards,
tend to their gardens,
and feed the shepherds—

A formidable refusal
to witness the last tree fall.

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Mountains are more persuaded
by gentle whispers of the wind
than the force of a raging storm’s demand.

Soft murmurs carve their edges,
while fury only breaks its hand.

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When we would ride bikes, I felt like a real kid. I loved not worrying about when, or if, my mom would come home. Her friendship freed me in the present.

At home, I was reminded of how hard I belly laughed that day when I recruited the same muscles to gasp for air during a panic attack.

Today would have been one of my best friend’s 30th birthday if she hadn’t overdosed on heroine in 2016. Her memory reminds us of our ability to find freedom in friendship. ☘️🎂 We are not limited to the sequestered corners of our minds! Laughter is presence. Joy is presence. Happiness is presence. 🕊️

Thanks for the love!!

Then move forwards,
secure your ladder in place,
and climb.

Change the view of the tightrope walker
and the generations of souls
trapped therein.

See the magic your spirit seed blooms!
Listen closely
to the hopeful hymns,
that when sung in love,
have lyrics you’ve always known.

(4/4)

Trade in proclamations of understanding
for expansionary chivalry
trade in your seesaw
for a ladder that can touch the sky.

Transform fellow stagnant souls
bound together with pity and glass eyes.
Rip apart bonds between layered conditions
and reconnect depths
that reveal themselves to you.

(3/4)

An evolution blasphemy!
what a dangerous disregard
for the bursting potential that lives within
your heart of heart’s domain.

Don’t you see?
Don’t you know?
What can happen
when spirit seeds are watered
and allowed to grow?

(2/4)

Your empathic claims rear inquisitive faces
who challenge your seesaw game
A teeter between
child-like lies and shame.

Easy for you,
standing so fixed,
while those born on tightropes
age suspended above
the false-god empathic crowds
that only pity and pretend
they can’t form a human ladder.

(1/4)

I resented my inherited risks,
hexed the shadow of addiction,
but failed to see my own version—

the slow, intoxicating habit
of unearthing every imperfection, hoarding them like jagged stones, turning them into weapons of war to punish myself for being human.

I’m so happy to hear that you learned the truth. Freedom—what a mantra ♥️

I think you’re onto something 😂🤔

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To anyone else who inherited the core belief that you are only worthy of love if it comes at a cost. Know your energy is sacred— protected and preserved, this is your power. When dispensed at your discretion— an invaluable gift. 🕊️

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