poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
The tyrant inside of me is tiredNo energy to fightI was once a fighterA believer a dreamerI was once all these things My father once laid out his palmsFingerprints etched in wisdom and gloryLayed them over minePainted a map into my eyesAnd told me that once he leftI would have the stars to call toThat the […]