It’s here surrounded by art That I find myself whole again. Bless me with your warmth father, As mother nurtures me in her waters, And siblings hold me up to fly. Yes. It’s here Bathed in art That I find myself home again.
i didn’t think i could become this sad until i could feel her pain from the sounds of her tears
this smell. i know this smell. smells like, Another morning, brightening my room, and i can feel it. this familiar warmth. that make you wanna crawl right back under the covers and cuddle till your hearts content. warmth. that reluctant to let go but the worlds come knockin and it, takes time to put onContinue reading When We Embrace.
The sun has risen and reluctantly I have risen with it. I listen to the moans and aches of my body and wait for the feeling in my legs to come back before I can move. I listen to the ringing of a church bell not too far away and I am brought back toContinue reading Sunday Mornings…
This home that I want to fight tooth and nail for… it no longer feels like home… when I listen to gentrifies talk about how they are trying so hard to stay in their neighborhood something inside me wants to shout… instead I breathe, letting my eyes drink the words written on the pages of theContinue reading The Irony