The season of my birth and my becoming. It’s a time where I feel powerful and untouchable. My writing in this season is a true celebration of the woman I am and the journey of her coming into fruition. My writing in this time is gentle and quiet.
Sweet Girl, You have a million tiny worries hanging from your bosom. Your leaves are withering and the moss is manifesting.Tan pronto. Stripped of heart. No longer swaying in the wind, still in the breeze and weak at the knees; ready to crack at any moment. Begging to bend and break just for a moment, […]
And so after a night of celebrating the victim, I was jolted awake. Eyes wide with no evidence of what had demanded my consciousness. I opted for a second opinion as I gently folded my eyes shut. Eyes open. ‘Good morning’, she whispered, is what I recall. Her unequivocal nature was to whisper, to gently […]
I will never forget the day a 10-year-old told me you were dead. There was no soliloquy added to better aid the delivery, just, “GG died.” He knew more than I did that day. Therefore I would spend months crying about broken jewelry, over relating to yogi personality types, and dreading my mortality as though […]
“Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that the evils did to me, therefore, made me impure.” Kneeling to pray, breathe, surrender, I peeked at my hands (as I got the feeling they’d become clouded). I opened my eyes to see them in an image I had never seen before. It was a picture of […]
I am not saying that I wish to suffer, I am saying I physically cannot accept freedom. I blatantly exist in a space that I am fully prepared to entitle: Toxic. Having all the necessary means to revive myself, yet holding my breath, and holding on even tighter to the dream of being rescued. I’ve […]