releasing & growing

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

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Lord, Look at How much Glory has climbed out of my Mouth and my Chest today? How much Crawled into my Pupils/Eyes, and Enmeshed itself into Me? has Grown over and Into my Ears like Moss, by the People, I have got to Encounter, Witnessing them in their Human their Rawness, this Immense shine that […]

Precious Heart, Knitted with the Webs of Spiders, Spun in Tragedy, Heartbreak was Woven in from Birth, A basket of Olives, fresh Grapes, and the Pulp of my pain, formed a Tapestry of Love That was Marked and Beaten, Entrenched with the Sweetness of the parts of me that were left Unharmed, The parts of […]