Over the years poetry has been a creative outlet for my grappling with and integrating the spectrum of life’s experiences.

When I finished my book and launched this website, I deleted my socials as they felt old, stale, an image of a woman who had long since rebirthed herself… over, and over, and over again:)

I’ve changed a lot but recently felt moved to leave an archive of poems here, as they represent key thresholds in my deeper embodiment of Love.

It’s a lot of words (lol) but take a look if you want to feel less alone in the heat of transmutation. I’m leaving them as is—typos, dramatics, cringe and all. Key themes include love, loss, death, spirituality/the crumbling of dogma, dis-ease, comparison, detox, body image, impact, emotional alchemy, heartbreak…. the good stuff. My first poem, shared below, emerged after a comparison-fueled deathscroll on insta in the little girl’s room, and the burst of creativity helped recalibrate me. The other poems are in the archive.

xxx catheryne

Poetry Archive

May 12, 2019

On Comparison:

 

My Love,

Give your sovereignty away no longer

Stop scrolling

Stop wondering

This insidious comparing

This pernicious judging

Is CAUSTIC

Burning your sweet heart from the inside out

 

Your worth is not measured

By how your image would fare

Next to a glamour shot of the conscious goddess next door

(Or by your accomplishments, followers, artistic expressions…)

 

It’s demeaning-

To your Soul

And to Hers

 

You are beautiful, inside and out

With unique brilliance to share with this world

As does She

 

For have you not heard, that we are all mirrors

Reflecting and being reflected in another

And if there is friction with what you SEE

As you dive deep into her feed

Wondering if THIS is what he wants

 

STOP

Take a breath

Gently witnessing what pain arises-

What places need light

And your love,

Forgiveness

And a welcoming embrace

Into full integration with the rest of your BEING

 

And take heart

For you can trust

And REST

Knowing you have been guided this far

Following that still, small voice

Of your own Inner Knowing

Whispering guidance

To stay in your lane

And witness what unfolds

With awe and reverence

For in your wildest dreams

You could never have imagined yourself

HERE