poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Timetravel could reverse time,could undo the knots in my brain,to make myself understand on what magnitude of a loss I have experienced,the dimensions would have to be measured in grief, in my emptiness,How my insides are plagued in forlornness,Felt as if umbilical cords were misplaced,And maybe you were meant to be my mother,A woman hoisted […]