Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou

A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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My name is Heather Mirassou and I come from America’s Oldest Winemaking Family, I have been writing poetry since I was twelve years old. My favorite poet at the time was Leo Buscaglia, who writes about love. I sent him a letter and a few of my poems and he wrote back rewarding me with a signed book of poetry and an inspirational letter. He said I was a NATURAL POET and I should continue writing poetry and learn and practice as much as I could. I will always remember his influence on my writing and my will to follow in his footsteps. The symbolic interpretation of my last name, Mirassou is: > Mirror of the soul >One who reflects within >The watcher of light >A woman who sees truth beneath the surface
Fevered Maps – by Heather Mirassou

Fevered Maps – by Heather Mirassou


Pain opens doors I never built
Stairs fold, ceiling drops
Bones hum in Morse

Thirty years, dripping
Time leaks like marrow
Silence gnaws
Joints scream their coordinates

Fog curls my throat
Nerves twist into knots
Skin whispers treason
Muscles clutch shadows

Doctors pass,
Feathers of language
Flutter, useless
Manage cope chronic -
Words swallowed by bone

Night folds itself inside me
Counts
Each breath a ledger
Mercy absent
Pain grins through ribs

I wake
I am fractured
Scattered in mirrors
Smoke collects in my spine
Habit grows claws
Insists
I persist
I persist

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