Cry with me, Mother
Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands
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Marieke de Koker
Jul 31
My Ship
A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you
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Marieke de Koker
Jul 30
Break
We are told to bend but never break. But shattering into pieces allows us to rebuild ourselves in ways we could never imagine, rendering
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Marieke de Koker
Jul 19
I am impossible
I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 19
Point of No Return
I stand at the point of no return... I have outgrown and outworn my beloved shoes... I can choose my shoes but I cannot choose my feet...
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 19
Empty Wall, Full Heart
There is no greater inspiration than an empty wall, I will give away all of my paintings so that the world may become my gallery... My joys
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 10
Choice
Sometimes we mistake what is comfortable and known for being a choice
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 10
True faith
True faith is not believing that life will change to favor you. It is recognizing that you hold the power to thrive in spite of what...
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 9
Deconstructed: A Series of Haiku
Birth is beautiful, it is bloodshed and membranes spilled out on the floor... Do you see beauty in process and creation, or does blood...
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 8
Beloved Sweater
I say goodbye to my beloved sweater - my skin - outgrown and outworn I shed, bittersweet... You who have carried me all these years, you...
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 7
This Is Me
Anarchy: the moth emerging from its cocoon saying, "This is me."
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 7
I am moss
Give me humid warmth and sunlight with occasional mists and I will grow without roots or rains, asking for little, giving everything
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 6
Rain Dance III
I shelter not from thunderstorms but run into the heavy downpour arms outstretched, I laugh gleefully like a lovesick drunkard...
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 5
Namaqua
My awakening is Namaqualand in August. I am bleeding orange, pink escapes from my lips, purple appears in my dreams at night...
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 5
Learning To Walk
The higher I jump, the higher I fly, I wait in vain for my bones to crush on the hard ground but they never do. Or have I just not...
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 5
I bathe in myself
My thoughts are too deep, I don't want to let them pass... I bathe in myself
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Marieke de Koker
Jun 2
True Love
Nothing is expected, nothing is owed. Just be, and being is the greatest gift
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Marieke de Koker
May 31
Resilience
I am the weed that grows through concrete, I am the diamond emerging from volcanic pressures, I am resilience. Not because I fight against..
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Marieke de Koker
May 31
A Song For The Wild Beast
If she does not venture out, if she is not brave, does she live whilst missing the greatest parts of life that make life worth living?
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