releasing & growing

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

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So you’ve been gone for 9 months,In 9 months the seed you left in the mud Grew from ash into a rediscovered lady,Your grave lays standing,I still have not seen it in the physical,Yet your body and spirit migrated across country and remained by my side,I cannot forget you,But my prayer of peace came to […]

In a flurry of autumn and winterAs the leaves came swinging down to the earth once againTo give nourishment to roots, My own womb came full circleMy womb bled as if the pain was back, Dreams formed a signature in my eyes, Signed and dated the same day over and overMade me relive the moments […]

my ama,sits with daisies knitted into her hair,she sits with her legs crossed over brick wallwater splashing on her feet from the river that flows beneath her,she sits and has prayer bead lays clasped in hand,muttering prayers that paint off tongue,she must have acres of olive trees growing in heaven,for her goodness overrides any sin […]

trinkets of light seem to be pouring from the sky,clouds used to be etched in scars knitted within them minature homes for lost souls to live in, a place where God’s kingdom can be seen overhead,so glowing honey is dripped over into this part of the sky,a place for those who are both absent in […]

not a seed has stopped growing,nor tear ever stopped leaking from sockets,since the day you entered the spirit world,love never wilted or withered,like plants did as the seasons passed over,new trees grew over your headstone,I washed, I left you letters, I left my tears,a lagoon of hurt at the site of your burial,I laughed, I […]

scream,let all the windows shatter from the vibrations released,voice choked from the throat squeezing,echoing inside hollow walls,a body now relinquishing,the birds flock and create a ritual,flying overhead to mask the death that has occured,my head thudding on the ground,knees hooked over,cement cracking from the weight,shoulders bouldered over in stress,hunched neckwhile skin holds the last bit […]

is it a sin to call you mother?would it be a lie to say that I lost my mother?that she passed into the fountains that run in streams of the razaks,the bounties of death we carry,in the weight of the name that sits with God,‘provider’, ‘sustenance’,but yet we are left empty handed,while providing gifts, we […]

consulting her in my dreams is what I do to keep respite,chit chatter in my ear. like the drumming of samba in hot desert day,the physicalities of her absence is too out of reach,an oasis,way too out of the realm of my network, brain cannot fathom, cannot verbalise, or formalulate sentence,understanding , a paradox,but now […]

an abyss,of both body and light,of creation and death,a magnitude of emotion,resentment,tongue twisted in ways never done before,choked at the throat,I laugh,at how sad, yet miraculous life is, they will build you towers in paradise,have your hair swinging from tree tops,call you names like,pear and sweet almond,plum and rose water diamonds,but you run child,make sure […]

phantom limb,my lamb has gone missing,my wool and warmth taken from me,white and cream silk billows in the wind,my head turning to tell you,of the gifts that the earth presents to me,the grass birthing fruitful plants in which people lay,with stories to tell through lips caressed in love yet desolation,but now, only residual fantasy conversation […]