This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Scorpio poems.

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I.
When the Tyger first appeared

She was not seen.

Hidden in the tall grass.

But I felt her.

Burning.

II.
Go to the Woods.

Go to the desert.

Go to the ocean.

Be near.

In finding yourself again,

You will also find me.

III.

Shadow Work for Scorpio Season:

To heal the wound you must face the fear.

To face the fear you have to quit picking at the scab and making it bleed.

Don’t worry about the scar.

It will take care of itself.

With time it will fade.

It will never go away, but it will become unnoticeable.

The scar is now a part of you.

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