releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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My life is Celestial,The cracks in my Palms seem to all align,Like jigsaws, and coconut shells,Fitting like moulds,An unseeable future between my two hands,Inscribed in the 99 names of God,My past and future wrapped as if a helix,Continuous, infinite ,I try to realign, retrace,Back to the present,Find myself here, now I find that where I […]