Self's Reflection
In light of the Morning Air, Morning Light book sale, I wanted to share a couple poems. These poems…
In light of the Morning Air, Morning Light book sale, I wanted to share a couple poems. These poems can be found on opposite ends of the collection. I often tell friends and readers that the story of redemption found within Morning Air, Morning Light wasn’t a one-time occurrence. I continuously go through cycles of the darkness of Nightfall, and the glory of the final chapter.
These poems reflect my struggle with self-acceptance. It’s not something that I have fully conquered, rather a healing process that gets better daily, with minor relapses. I’m still learning how to wholly and fully accept and love myself. I think I’ll be forever be a student to self-acceptance–digging into deeper and deeper levels of this self-love, seeing myself through the eyes of my Creator.
At least once a day
Hypersensitive,
with every mirror,
I stand in front of myself,
staring eye-to-eye,
mind racing rapidly–
its prominence paralyzes my physical being.
Slumped over, sunken eyes,
lips slightly open.
Seeing this face, it isn’t my own–
cheekbones pronounced, they lost their color–
which echoes the void in my voice.
Eyes embody the outline of my pupil;
they don’t smile anymore.
Hair on the floor,
and collecting between my fingers–
short, brittle nails,
bitten to mask their cracks.
Tiny arms, too wide,
I don’t remember a realistic size.
Wondering how the wood would frame my face,
or what color velvet, would match this
pale skin, hollow mind.
• • •
Breathing Spell
I catch my visual echo.
My eyes slowly scan a tired,
yet trying, face.
The in-between.
Midnight hair, daylight skin.
A balance,
tipping at the weight of emotion.
But feelings are fleeting,
and right now does not last forever.
I can force the proportion to lean into progression–
if I keep trying,
identifying and extracting,
an endless pursuit.
A pinch of peach, returning to my cheeks.
I bridge between this duplicate of my being–
as foreign as an old photo.
Resemblances begin to arise.
I remember these eyes,
lining of my face,
fuller hair.
I am slowly slipping into my skin,
rather than an onlooker’s third-party perspective.
I rub my hands together,
hearing the gentle friction
of palm-between-palm.
My skin, my body,
a temple.
If you haven’t yet picked up your copy of Morning Air, Morning Light, it’s currently on sale for $10 w/ free shipping (and comes signed and with a Morning Air, Morning Light bookmark)! This sale ends 6/1 but you can order your copy here. If you’re local to Nashville, I’d love to hand-deliver!
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Chapter Four - Morning Air, Morning Light
Morning Air, Morning Light. This is the title chapter of the poetry collection in which renewal has abided to fruition, where alacrity…
Morning Air, Morning Light. This is the title chapter of the poetry collection; this is the chapter in which renewal has abided to fruition, where alacrity ensues my lungs with the bright and biting air that only arises within the morning. It is the new beginning, the gentle hues of the sunrise, the promise.
You can order your copy of Morning Air, Morning Light here - all orders from this site are signed at no additional cost. I can't wait to package these little parcels up and ship them out to you!
a u t h e n t i c v e r i t i e s
—
Surrounded by incredible love,
just as the sun shines within the day–
as beautiful as the morning’s aurora.
More encompassing than the skin wrapping our bodies,
or the blood within our veins.
More bountiful than the
leaves, needles, buds, blooms.
Steadfast like the mountains fastened into the earth.
Just as the east meets the west,
never ending yet marrying at every point.
Given to each of us,
and all of us.
'a u t h e n t i c v e r i t i e s' a c k n o w l e d g e m e n t s
Starring // Zoya Emami
Written + read // Regan Smith
Film // Elizabeth Miller
Music // Ricky Smith + Jeremy Claudio
Mixed // Jeremy Claudio
Chapter Two - Lavender
Lavender. Laced with patience and steeping with self-reflection. Lavender evokes the pause and gentle thought–the third-party perspective…
Lavender. The second chapter in the poetry collection Morning Air, Morning Light. This is the chapter, laced with patience and steeping with self-reflection. Lavender evokes the pause and gentle thought–the third-party perspective.
You can order your copy of Morning Air, Morning Light here - all orders from this site are signed at no additional cost. I can't wait for you to read it!
g e n e s i s ( e x c e r p t )
—
It was a radical debut,
escaping the sharp teeth of addiction,
that lurked in the shadows of surrounding–
now in the place of rehabilitation.
A few bad habits lingered,
pruned away,
and as my empathy grew,
I became apathetic towards the dissipating detachment.
I was no longer fastened to the flaws–
instead,
the opportunity of redemption renewed.
'g e n e s i s' a c k n o w l e d g e m e n t s
—
Starring // Sarah Neff
Written + read // Regan Smith
Film // Elizabeth Miller
Music // Ricky Smith
Mix // Jeremy Claudio
Chapter One - Nightfall
Nightfall. The initial chapter in Morning Air, Morning Light, depicts the dark. It's the blood that turned to sludge in my veins…
Nightfall. The initial chapter in Morning Air, Morning Light, depicts the dark. It's the blood that turned to sludge in my veins, the haunting memories, the darkness, awaiting to be contrasted with light.
You can order your copy of Morning Air, Morning Light here - all orders from this site are signed at no additional cost and showered in gratitude!
s u d d e n l y
—
I see it replay.
A cinematic horror.
I wonder when the memory will fade,
for it is as vividly paralyzing,
as that night itself.
Constrained to my subconscious,
itching for an escape.
's u d d e n l y' a c k n o w l e d g e m e n t s
—
Starring // Lauren ‘Yuki’ Wang
Written + read // Regan Smith
Film // Elizabeth Miller
Music // Ricky Smith
Mixed // Jeremy Claudio
Update No. 3
For the past three years, a bevy of my creative attention has been devoted to the collecting, writing and editing of this piece…
Morning Air, Morning Light is officially available for preorder!
For the past three years, a bevy of my creative attention has been devoted to the collecting, writing and editing of this piece. Morning Air, Morning Light is a poetry collection with words stitched together depicting a sequence of events: memories recorded, experiences documented, restoration tangibly read. This tiny book holds all the moments I felt pulled to press to paper, the words that saved my life.
Revelation embarked while writing and healing was tangibly held in the palms of my hands, though conceived through simple obedience—placing my pen to paper.
The collection is comprised of four chapters: Nightfall, Lavender, Golden Gaze, and the title chapter, Morning Air, Morning Light. In anticipation for the book’s release, a poem from each chapter has been paired with a film in collaboration with Elizabeth Miller, with music created by my talented husband, Ricky Smith. These videos will be released throughout the progression of this month, leading up to the launch.
Morning Air, Morning Light can be preordered here and will be released on September 5, 2018. On this date, I will be performing several of the collection’s poems at a Listening Party and will be selling and signing copies.
I haven’t kept a regular cadence of updates–rather relaying a sporadic script of status regarding my debut poetry collection, but you can find the other posts regarding its progress via Update No. 1 and Update No. 2 (you'll find that I was wildly off my timeline).
To help spread the word of the Morning Air, Morning Light movement, join our Launch Team or preorder a book for you and a friend! The ultimate vision is to be able to share this simple healing and hope to those that find themselves within a void, offering a small drop of tranquility to exponentially expand into overflow.
