poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
The Darkness is Vast,Full, Rich,Holds the basket from which I eat Cherry’s from,Sweet, sometimes Sour,the Dark that also needs to be Loved.Accepted Whole,The story of what it means to be Woman, This ongoing Lullaby,Of Stars, Seeds and Weeping SongsThis upheaval from within Me,the movement of tectonic plates under flesh,How I fought for the most Barbaric […]
lingering light, a morning kiss, watching the sun illuminate the trees displaying all its roots in the sky, twigs, and death, its outlines, yet, it feels like a breath of spring, its near, you can feel it in the air, the cold stays, but there’s glimpses, warm moments, little glimmers, on the backdrop of icey […]