releasing & growing

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

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I am awakening from a deep slumber from the Inner Earth of the Mother, Slow and Steady, I stumble my Body out from the Black, The eerie green, and the purple bruises, Skin dripping in Soil, Draped in Gold and Mystic, My scent, oozing of Honey and Roses, I have awoken, Hands covered in […]