What does home mean to you?

Touch the past through the looking glass…

A collection of poetry about love loaned, love lost, and love learned - through the lens of another. Captivated in a spinning dance of inspiration and isolation - readers will experience a glimpse of what it feels like to touch love. To seek love, joy, and understanding is to seek the lost child within. These poems express the deepest desires of our lost inner children, and showcase will to reconnect. A Mirror Completes a Home encapsulates how sacred connections mirror our deepest truths and habitual lies. This thoughtful collection of poems showcase how sacred connections teach us how to return to ourselves.

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Discover words that hold the lost child within all of us…

What people are saying...

  • "So real and relevant to the universal experience of being human"

    Blake Roeder

  • "Thoughtful words about both grief and love"

    Anonymous

  • "Deeply personal and authentically relatable"

    Blake Roeder

  • "An intimate foray into one woman's earnest and pure-hearted reflections on love"

    Kelly Wolf

about the author…

Melanie is an artist and intuitive - sharing her gifts professionally as an intuitive reader, yogi, performer, photographer, painter, and poet. The observation of individual soul journeys is a major source of inspiration for her art and personal evolution. A core theme in her practices is fostering a sense of home, internal or external, within individuals. Melanie’s creative drives connect to this theme further - her drives rooted in soul remembrance and inner child rediscovery. Acting on impulsive curiosity is very healing to her. She promotes this paradigm through curated creative wellness offerings that combine both her intuitive and creative gifts. The journey of reconnecting to our true self is an experience she hopes to inspire through her art. Her artwork holds many allusions to her wide range of artistic and mystic interests: folklore, tarot, astrology, theatre, and music.

“A Mirror Completes a Home is one of those rare books that is both deeply personal and authentically relatable. Each poem invites readers to enter a world of love and fate, woven with a sense of mysticism.”

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Immerse yourself in the sound of “A Mirror Completes a Home”

  • home is where the heart is

    at least that's what they say

    If I pack my bags and come over

    would you let me stay

    decorate your plaster with sweet nothings

    frame my love for you to always see

    open the blinds hiding any light

    mending a home into what it should be

    another's baggage

    yet more space to roam

    for a mirror completes a home

  • I think we broke the spell last night

    on a night of shooting stars

    beaming from the earth itself

    my cheeks have remained rosey

    laid in my glass coffin

    barely breathing

    you see my life

    even through closed eyes

    two stars in each other's orbit

    was it my fault for waiting so long

    with a lover who left me

    loving on my own

    i’m no longer that lonely widow and nun

    the curse of loving unconditionally

    blessed me with beautiful love

    my noble lover never came back

    going back on his word 

    but now i’m stargazing at constellations

    within the freckles around your eyes

    and for once the universe 

    makes a little more sense 

  • pretty and nuanced 

    those words linger in my mind 

    pretty and nuanced 

    a painting in a museum 

    untouchable 

    filled with a depth

    too complex 

    to ruminate upon 

    beyond an initial glance 

    I wish to be hung on the plaster 

    of someone’s humble wall 

    captivating it’s owner in a trance 

    invested in knowing nuances hidden within 

    not because they need to know

    or I need them to know

    done in admiration

    done just because they wanted so 

  • i’m tired of takers 

    blood on my hands

    from carving this path

    never safe knowing where we stand

    letting the blood leave a trail anyways

    because when I first looked into those eyes

    I saw deep love 

    a dry desert has become your mouth

    every word bleeding lack 

    lack of love for oneself 

    lack of compassion for another

    lack of truth and integrity 

    lack being the real answer

    the realization never realized

    beyond your eyes 

    always looking at me as if I was in disguise 

    a clone of the past

    when I am a new heart

    a heart not built to be owned 

    or loaned 

    or borrowed 

    a heart with intention to last 

    spread thin i’ve become 

    so accustomed to skinny love

    you built shelter in this dry desert 

    and i’m crossing the moon river to build a home