healing poetry

earthed

I arrived, 26 years ago, folded and compressed, a gasp on my mother’s lips, curiosity on her cheeks, a tiny miracle held on my father’s chest. My birth was planned and calculated, sterile. Brought by morning’s light. I wanted to leave, early on, when hearing the loud turning of this world, the air heavy withContinue reading “earthed”

Flow

I wish for my body to enter that state of flow just as the waves come and go, come and go my blood rises and falls in sequential rhythm like the sea all over me I have been stuck for too long in an unmoving cycle the crevices in my skin becoming stale stuck inContinue reading “Flow”