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RIGHT HERE, NOW by Nicole Marie O'Byrne

I've always been a writer...

Even when I was a little girl, I was writing stories, watching movies and making the world my stage. Yet, throughout the years of growing up, I have seemed to go far enough from myself that I have forgotten. I realized, I have forgotten to write my own story, to believe in what I always knew to be true. 

This poem, is a part of me that is trying to remind myself, to call it back, to remember and to stop forgetting who the hell I am! So I'm sharing this, so others stop forgetting and we can simply live our creative selves again. Thank you, more please.

Pictured is the author

Right here, Now
by Nicole Marie O'Byrne

I am the forgotten one, 
The one that sits
Waiting by the window seat
Watching you outside,
Wandering
Searching
Stomping
And yelling out
“Where are you?”
I call from the window,
“I’m here”
“Right here” 
“Now”
Yet, your stomping
Has flooded the wind,
Your cries
Drowned my response,
Your eyes,
Filled with the past.
I turn to face
The library of my soul,
Reaching for another language to help translate
“I’m here”, 
“Right here”,
“Now.” 
So I,
Spin
Dance
And twirl 
Only to repeat to you
The one standing on the outside
Searching for what's on the inside
Is whispering to you: 
“Peer into the infinite stars,
For they will guide you home,
Root yourself into the world
And will never walk alone.
Keep your eyes towards the heavens
And be forever grateful for life”
This time she spins and sees
A reflection in the sun glazed window
Where I stand and wave her inside
To join me
Where her name is already known, 
Her life already written, 
Which lays below her and around her,
Though she is the star of her path and the journey she is seeking
Is the one that starts with me, 
the one inside.




Nicole Marie O'Byrne: I am a Spiritual Consultant, a transformation coach, a writer, a teacher, a poet, a mystic, a woman and a friend to the world. I've been writing ever since I was a little girl, I was a published poet at a young age and been writing stories to heal my soul. Now, I'm here to show people how to rewrite their stories and currently working on a New Myth for the world. You can visit my website here, or find me on Facebook and Instagram.






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