poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Confusion, spun in grapefruit, Sour,Yet so Cleansing, I guess this Period is The Cleansing,The Resurrection,The Path being cleaned, upon my Instruction,Upon my Prayer, In the Cleansing, there is the sting of the Wound,like lemons on freshly Shaved Skin,the Tingling flirting with you, but this wound is a Well, like the Mouth of volcanoes,Supple, hot and […]
I have all this pain inside of me, Not knowing where to put it, Or what God wants from me My whole life has been an act of me having to let go Of those who I love the most And those that don’t love me. This movement of Grief, Flows through me like […]