I Am

I am a woman writing sins upon the sand moved and expressive accepting my lessons.

A Different Kind Of Damaged

I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.

This world is not for the Otherkin to be coupled with Humans.

Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.

Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.

Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

You are constantly encountering moments being sunk into an abyss of dark absence.

I have morphed into triangulated dimensions new friendships beautiful intention.

But who celebrates the Motherless child?

You can give a million pieces of your heart.