poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
my body is a waterfall,a gushing land of ruins,every 3 weeks there is a turnover,a new location of pain,Playing scrabble with my limbs, To live with a body thats failing internally,That my own organs don’t wish to exist,My spirit wishing it was home,Not in this life but another,While I wear coats of colour and smiles, […]
Hollow,A hole is being burrowed into my chest,The draft keeps coming through,There is no light here,Just a vacuum, This growing question,Of what it would be like,To recieve the gifts of parents,To be able to call some place home,Even a house,that is not my own, Is this a silent grief?Of never belonging?I have nowhere to go,No where […]