releasing & growing

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

Search

all this Grief,all this Sadness Spilling out of me like Water,These drops of tears,In all their green and Blue,In all their Papaya kisses,Their Seeds dripping from their Centre,Purging me, Water dripping,Releasing itself into the Waters that I bathe in,These Lagoons which cleanse me,These Tears, washing me,Whilst I lay here alone under the Sun,Unwinding myself into […]