poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
With the million burning Suns that make up my being That engulf me whole over and over,I, the Alchemist ,Shift the darkness into Glory,An unknowingly victory, yet again,Even when my Prayers are consistent,In hope of Departure To find Peace,Up there,I ,Cannot stop burning,My ballerina body induces a Fire in my bellyIgnites my body into Dance […]
If purpose, was to be placed in words,Then I wonder what mine will be ?Where I must stand? In the face of it all, This sour yet so gloriously singed life I’ve lived, This magnificent story of a young Princess, Who would stare at the Moon as a child, Because for so long He, […]