~Without A Breath~

I am going to pretend to be happy

I am going to knit away a dream

I am going to cry only on the sad scene of a movie

Only in a song

Only when it resembles

How for you I could not breathe

I am going to play each song at random

I am going to come alive just only then

I am going to write the truth on music sheets

I am going to call each tear a fiction

I am going to express a novel already written

About others like you and me

I am going to tell myself it wasn’t real

How for you I could not breathe

I am going to watch the lights blast fully

Of all colors

Of all places

Of a song

Of a familiar voice

And I am going to know to forgive

That which was unknown

I am going to do it while I survive

I am going to do it hungry on the streets

I am going to do it without you

As I beg to strangers for kindness

As I test their Christianity

As I watch them fail miserably

As I stand being the most naïve of beings

With the virtues my grandmother imprinted in me.

I am going to climb over to another life to live

All while still within this flesh and bones





All still as I awake

As you become a faint image I can’t see

Only for my dreams

Of a life long gone in fairy-tales

Of a time I never knew I was a princess

The kind that’s well trapped

Without a breath

The kind that ended yesterday

And now has been born again to LIVE

To breathe.

 ©Anaid K.C.


~ I Could Be ~

If you’d be braver
how to live?
If you’d be coward-less and manly
I could be the girl
I could cry
then perhaps my heart would not break literally
but of love-ache. . .
I could be the girl.

If you’d be braver
how to die?
If you’ve convinced me otherwise at last
that I could live
I am alive
now perhaps I am another all the same
but of life without you. . .
I could be BRAVE.

~ * ~

©Anaid K.C.


~Love Is Where Your Heart Is Well~

~Sooner or later

one comes to a place…

a moment

in which one as an individual…

or as a woman,

just KNOWS

that one must go on.

Leaving behind

that which does not fit

letting go of all

which makes one’s stomach ill,

growing abroad

farther than one’s birth place,

farther than

one’s imagination could have thought.

Because the Heart is lead by Spirit

and in letting God…

one must let go and BE.

Be whole without decay

Be full without struggle

Be open without concern


No worries to make the heart so toxic

it marks your face for all time,

no strains to make your hair frail off and gray,

just safe

in the Peace of Silence and Being.

Sooner rather than later

the day comes

when you have to choose

the child you have brought into the Earth

the pet you adopted FOR LIFE

and last but not least


Then later

one day…

or one night

far far from then

you will have KNOWN

that in no other way

could you have BEEN.

That all which you salvaged

has saved YOU…

your very LIFE!!

 That day you will certify…

make official


for ALL time.

That day…

sooner rather than later

you will have TRUSTED YOURSELF.

That day…

sooner rather than later

you will have learned that…

LOVE is where YOUR heart is WELL.


©Anaid K.C.



Tears join me

for a new dance

the joyful one

the one which envelops me

with Peace I’ve never known

not before

’till NOW.

I sing & I dance

not knowing “how”

the melody of Truth

has found me homeless

It has sheltered me

with Love I’ve never known

not before

’till NOW.

I fall back on a cloud

that evaporates all yesterdays

I open my eyes

to step forward somehow

unknowing I feel at ease

with the Stillness & the Silence

I have always known

within ME…

Could I BE HOME?

©Anaid K.C.



When I was growing up…

I THOUGHT that PEACE meant not rocking the boat …

I THOUGHT that SUCCESS meant staying grounded …

I THOUGHT that LOVE meant to sacrifice the self …


I KNOW that I choose my surroundings

I KNOW that richness is in change

I KNOW that home is where the heart is


I FEEL harmony in my space

I FEEL abundant in my ways


I am as whole as ONE.

©Anaid K.C.

~Hope… Love… & You

The human experience

as an empath woman



eternally rewarding

if survived




The human experience

as a creator woman



always appreciated

if woven




The human experience

as a woman alone



truly lingers

if conquered




If only you will let it.

©Anaid K.C.

~G Y P S Y W O R D S~

Riding into a daydream

my horse so wild

it only responds to the sound of my calling

my gentle calling

spontaneous calling

always for an adventure to come.

Dreaming by day

working by starlight

as I write

I foretell my own fortune

as well as the luck from a few whom I love

I tell of my dreams which hint of our lives

I tell of my instincts

and of my vibes

I am a gypsy.

A trillion of silks envelop my being

a richness of auras embraces my skin

and after all the dancing by the moon tonight

has exhausted my traveling feet

I retire to sleep at the sound of the creek

the creek from which I drink

as the sunlight comes to greet.

I win all my battles

the ones I choose to beat

as I defeat my demons

and the demons on the street

My swords are my own hands

the only palms I cannot read

my eyes could tell stories

which my lips don’t care to speak

I am a wanderer.

I reside under one velvet shawl

I knitted for my fleet

taking nothing from all places

which enrich me while I sleep

I give away my love made treasures

Be they jewels

Be they me

Be they words of wisdom

Be they inspirations to complete

I give my all I have to give

none of it is meant for me and not for keeps

I pass on forward all my knowing

my gold coins

my rose hips

I toss them all up to the Universe

up towards Heaven

Above me

in the hands of the Father

I rest my fate

my destiny

for I know nothing is my own

the Lord is my shepherd

and I His Gypsy.

©Anaid K.C.