Skip to main content

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,
And yelling out
“Where are you?”

I call from the window,
“I’m here”
“Right here” 
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”,

So I,
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.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


Popular posts from this blog

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

  This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness… Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather

FOR TARA by Penn Kemp

FOR TARA * Goddess of Compassion and Wisdom, I need to recall,  reclaim you, invite you to return to my heart. Come back  to my heart, Love, where you are home. There’s room.  There is room enough for two, for multitudes. For you.  Become me, I beg you. Worry my concern into peace.  Shake this rag doll out of stiff contrition back to joy.  Till bones, blood, marrow, mind all leap up to dance,  to expand and mingle with the greater Presence, gift  we are heir to if we remember to remember the Whole.  The whole that made us, not that hole I fall into.  From her celestial seat in the Pure Land, Tara smiles, extending a hand of pure blessing, her invitation. Up. Penn Kemp --poet, performer and playwright-- has been active in Canada’s literary scene since her first publication of poetry,  Bearing Down , by Coach House (1972). As well as editing Canada’s first anthology of women’s  writing,  IS 14  (1973), many of her books have been devoted to

IMBOLC by Caroline Mellor

The inspiration for this poem came after I watched a magical winter sunset and full moonrise from the top of Firle Beacon in the South Downs... Unusually for me, I wrote the poem quite quickly and changed it very little before publishing it – perhaps the energies were working through my pen! Imbolc is the mid-point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It’s a fire festival which I particularly love because of its associations with Brigid, the Celtic Mother Goddess of arts and crafts, clear sight, healing, inspiration and nurturance of creative talents – something which, through my writing, I am always trying to connect with.  I also love Imbolc because, with so much darkness and negativity in the world today, it is a time for hope, potential, visioning and initiation. With love and blessings as the light returns. Photography by Chanel Baran Imbolc by Caroline Mellor I am the dream of awakening. I am the returning of the light. I am the tough