~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Cocoon

Look at me now:
I am outside of the cocoon
I built around myself.
There is an opening I crawled through
and I can see the space I was limited to
as I grew my wings.
I have no desire to go back inside that darkness:
unheard, unseen, unknown,
now I am free and thriving.
Rediscovering this world on my own,
I am hesitant to fly too far,
until I have regained my self-trust.
A slight breeze startles me,
this delicate heart,
as I strive to be recognised.
For I am more than beauty,
as one of many
and one-of-a-kind too.
I am transformed
and I have immense gratitude,
this cocoon ensured my safety.
Until I learned what I truly am,
and understood this butterfly effect
I was born to release.

©2024 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Cascade of contemplations

Sometimes,
thoughts gently cascade
in a mindful soliloquy
of gorgeous melodic segue.

Sometimes,
thoughts impatiently intrude
in a fragmented feud
of formidable belligerent views.

Always,
this continuum of contemplations
allows us to explore the nuances
of our humanness.

©2024 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

The Precious Imperfects

We are worthy and we are imperfect.
We are complete and we need to be connected.
Our brains are the same and they are all uniquely wired.
We can show up every day and still be carrying immense pain inside.
We can be generous to others and make sure our own needs are met.
We remember the smallest details and there are things we would prefer to forget.
We can see something through and also not want it to ever truly end.
We are the Precious Imperfects and I love you exactly as you are,
my incomparable friends.

©2024 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Heartbeats and milestones

You see, maybe it is simple:
we are heartbeats
travelling between milestones.

We all carry
our own melody inside,
taking our time between miles,
not knowing which will be
the last we complete,
before we must leave
the eventual silence and space,
following our life erase.

Every breathe should be deliberate,
held for precious seconds,
while we create an abundance of memories,
that are felt so deeply,
to widely scatter our milestones
through many other lives,
and ensure our loving hearts
long outlive their final beats.

©2024 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Vortex

The heart fell.
The heart fell off the door this morning.
This morning, the wooden heart fell off the door into the hallway.
She found the wooden heart on the floor.
She did not know it had been covering the hole.
The heart on the floor is not covering the hole in the door anymore.
The hole in the door is a vortex of generational trauma.
The vortex in the door cannot be disguised by a wooden heart anymore.
The hole was made with sheer force accumulated and deregulated, before she was created.
From before she was created, noone closed the vortex.
They do not live there anymore and do not have to face that door.
How does she now constantly pass that door, holding the heart she picked up off the hallway floor, without letting the vortex consume them: her and her own heart?
It is time to replace that door. That is her choice.

©2024 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Inkling

Compared to the greatest writers we all revere, I am a hint: an inkling. Ideas I write about are not previously unwritten or unread a million times by humans who have thought, felt or said them in their own way. I express my own truth as a connection to you, and to me, and to this infinite divinity we all embody for a finite blink. Words carry us through moments, meaning everything to us and immediately become a fleeting beat to nothingness. I hope my words offering you an inkling of love transcend, reaching you for a little while, somehow.

©2024 Danielle N Bilski