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 Songs
This upheaval from within Me,
the movement of tectonic plates under flesh,
How I fought for the most Barbaric thing,
The Living
This Life,
When I shouldn’t have,
The Dark is where I come from,
And in Here, in this Night Sky,
Is where lays a galaxy of Living,
An ocean of coconut milk, and rainbows,
brewed in the cream of mango,
The living which roots and stretches across the inner parts of Me,
The Inside Body,
Where Dark and Light live,
Where they thrive amongst each other,
A synergy of Energy,
Covalently bonding to share what they know best,
Love.