throat raw,
cheeks striated in salt flow,
pleading.
Let this wreckage have purpose.
Let every scream,
every tear he carved into me become something holy.
I bled months,
unrelenting,
may my suffering be more than torment,
to be sacred #action,
not ruin.
#poetry #vss365
To be ignited by the mouth that bleeds my heart.
To be resuscitated by the soul that drains mine of life,
called beautiful in my breaking.
You, never the safest #option,
but always the destructive love I begged to call home.
#poetry #vss365
rooted in silence yet reaching skyward.
I bowed to its radiance,
a sun crowned upon the water,
the first of its kind my eyes had ever known,
a divine lantern lit just for me.
I took it to guide me towards reverent beauty.
#poetry
rooted in silence yet reaching skyward.
I bowed to its radiance,
a sun crowned upon the water,
the first of its kind my eyes had ever known,
a divine lantern lit just for me.
I took it to guide me towards reverent beauty.
#poetry
I answer
The power of small favors
Can open windows
And let love and life
Spill through sacred halls
Shedding light onto beauty
Both within and between
Precious creations
#poetry
I answer
The power of small favors
Can open windows
And let love and life
Spill through sacred halls
Shedding light onto beauty
Both within and between
Precious creations
#poetry