Gravity has a time to tell us stories. I am walking in the woods of my words.

Lush language dipped in velvet and seeds of experience to share with others.

MYSELF

Flat
Open
Crushing stories
of your pain
I kneel over my thoughts
bending closer to who I am.

My chin lifts
to scan a memory
an echo
of hope
I curl in my own arms.

1 comment:

  1. Sometime you have to just curl in your own arms. Thank YOU for introducing me to the wonder of poetry.

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