What news!
The arrival
And the departure
Both equal in value and pleasure
To the adventurous wondering soul
Void of faith
You toke hold of each finger
Making promises
Saying prayers
Void of faith
Willing
Bone by bone
He whispers a symphony
He conducts and dives deep
No one has ever made it this far
He is willing
Oh my God
Oh!
My God!
Hello there
Dear heaven
Union
I believe I felt it
The moment once connected
Created
That spark
Close enough
I cried out mercy and an added hour
I sought out fairytales and provoked hallucinations to deter
Please reflect, deflect, respect my ignorance
I’ll never name it by bliss; terror neither though close enough
Emotional intelligence
Emotional intelligence is everything
I feel my ancestors in my core
When I sit up straight
When I dance
April showers May flowers
Hardening off
So often
During April rainstorms
On the healing land
With barely a scratch
Upon my open scalp
I should be rejoicing
But first I must mourn
I must moan
Laying in the hard bed
I snuggle myself stiffly in this bed I have made
It makes my backbone strong and my spine thicken
In solitude my baby gets scared
My baby sees distorted realities and hears her past
Blue Jays in the winter
Those years had their intentions on healing
Not knowing that flowers need sunshine to grow
Solitude doesn’t know
My babies crying, her tears won’t work
My head’s on solitude
Guidance
I called you lighthouse
Gently you lead me
Breaking shores end, held my hand
I sailed several seas to meet you
Deck and deserving
I couldn’t wait for you to lead me home
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