Quiet Irresolution

The day you can finally put it to words-- it isn't necessarily the day you'll be heard. but you finally said it. You finally said it, you did! And that is no small thing. So then, who and how does one account for the incomplete? The receipt? To finally be seen? The Lord sees me,... Continue Reading →

Hold on

Hope To reach for hope To hold onto it sometimes it's like clutching an ice cube, or two But if I keep holding the ice-cold, tight in a warm grip, It will thaw. If I hold onto what will inevitably be-- just wait, wait: relief release God, give us the power to forgive, to thaw... Continue Reading →

Chemistry & Reason

When it doesn't work. Because we are different. In ways that are utter extremes. You wanted more of something I could not give. I wanted more of something you could not believe. A brief together. followed by. An indefinite separation. O. If I could have even just a bit of you. Every now and then.... Continue Reading →

La Traumatisée (Get Well Soon)

Les hommes? Les hommes me blessent. Ils me blessent d'une douleur vive qui me pèsent le cœur d'un poids qui ne ressemble à aucun autre. comme je suis piquée juste à côté du fond du cœur par un couteau. Le sang coule Le liquide ne s'échappant pas de ma poitrine. Y'a de la pression qui... Continue Reading →

The Terror of Blooming

Would the air hurt you Would the bird clip you   r petals Would the caterpillar find you beautiful- beautiful and delicious to consume, to digest Would you and the extension of your flesh, open to the elements, displayed splayed unto the world, finally signed-on to participate, meet death To bloom, is it less painful than... Continue Reading →

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