poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
exploring my own oceans,A shift in the waters,Baby blue, emerald green, murky brown has begun to settle in,From the shift of pink flowers in the summer,I have begun to let the cold come over me,Sitting and breathing while there is a war overhead,A wave of grounding, even in the dirtiest of waters,Winter is here,and my […]