poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Water Purges pain out of my Eyes,My Body Limp, tired from all this Inner Work,In Grief, the Water heavy from taking on my Memory, I begin to Remember,The Pause has Come,I am finally out of SurvivalBut Now the Work Begins,Memories unpacking their Suitcases,Opening up whole periods of Time,a Time where all there was, was CalamityA Suffering […]