The bitter wind bites my cheeks,
reminding me that I am still alive...
I'm pregnant!
these words are true...
I have allowed hurt, fear and guilt to cripple me.
I have become socially awkward and I detest small...
Someday, your eyes will be
two coffins in the cemetery...
Did I
really exist...
Tonight, I fell upon my knees
lit a candle...
Break free from what binds you,
let wisdom remind you...
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i moved back to the south...
No more tears,
only smiles shall grace...
My own true witness of decay
of love and life, dear friends...
Take a glimpse of my heart,
scan through all the clutter...
Sometimes as poets,
we bury ourselves...