They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
but if you don't want it, the full heart and the thriving; if you are wound tightly inside the cusp of your victimoness, afraid that if you shine no one will notice, your hands will grow bruises and your fingers will become weak from gripping so deeply to the pain. change has to rise in … Continue reading Ethereal Strings
Save the idle banter And the petty, senseless chatter For the next innocent victims Of your self created disaster. Save the sad, sad stories And the sudden change of tune For the tide that brings the drowning When it all decapitates you. Save it for the others Who love to gasp and smother In the … Continue reading Save It
There are those for whom The night opens up her arms Embracing sadness In the singing wind charms For me she is closing Closing the spaces I once shared Closing the trust I once spared She speaks of oneness Now I know there is No such concept Where once I believed I was emphatically deceived … Continue reading Solitary Repsite
What does my face Look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen Blood red eyes. I am five again, And he is bigger Than a mountain. I am vulnerably In blood shame. I am a little girl Naive and helpless, But I am not her Not anymore, So how do I Let her go? She is … Continue reading Blood Shame
What is it like To be granted a wish When your first kiss Was laced with bitterness, Taken from a tender lamb, A brutal sheering; As if wool doesn't scratch And skin doesn't bleed? What is it like To live a lie, A life robotic, stoic, Steps broken, Words unspoken, Fake smiles to the others … Continue reading Holding Wishes