Un-Acknowledged

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

Falling Silent

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.

I can't recall ever longing for silence more than in this moment.

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.