Poetic Soul

We have become undone. Unravelled. Scattered into small pieces. Desperate to remain untouched by the wind for fear that we will lose the bits of

She could not see
her crown.
But she could feel it.
And she knew…

The eye of her storm The centre of her soul the colours of her core cannot be silenced.

you see her poverty as weakness,
without knowing that she
simply lacks the opportunity to grow…

i cannot understand love
that doesn’t feel like
warm chocolate — sticky sweet ecstasy

you
are
beyond
my imagination…

more than black and white
i want to feel your colours fall from my heart
roll down my cheeks…

i have shed my skin a thousand times
each time revealing the pain of past lives
unfolding memories of journeys…

i am a lonestar
shining in silent places
glowing in hidden spaces…