poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
the bones in my body,take beatings from Sun and Moon,Songs and Burns,moulding me into shapes unexpected,Scarring me,Leaving me thick Skinned,To Grow back Anew,Stronger, Darker,But with Raw flesh underneath,This vista of Feelings,everything between the stars and the edges of our Dreams,How vast my Emotions flow,How they sing even over Rivers, How there are whole Bodies of water,Waters […]