A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me...
A secret life
hidden away...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
Life,
Precious as it might be...
Silence enfolded my heart
as your mysterious request for forgiveness...
Bright lights, brighter than the sun, than the...
Where have I gone? Has my time come so soon...
I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...