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
Warm sage
I let you
I let you touch me
And touched you back
You wavered so
I don’t know who you are
But I let you touch me
Light
In the distance you looked like home
In the distance I felt your warmth
The best kind
Reassuring ole faithful
Trust embedded in our waves
Breaking shores holds my hand
heal my head
I couldn’t wait for me to let go
Let God
For you to lead me
This long walk up
I inhale and exhale like the goddess I am
I am connected like the earth I am made of
And my skin vibrates as the sun
This long walk up
Listen to the soul
Listen closely to the soul
Who only knows the splitting ground
And seeks refuge in the thoughts of others
Wanting nothing more than milk from paradises breasts
Harvested by her own pair of hands
I stand
Baby
I am being
Tired of fleeing
Seeing the colors of the sky, but not living
And no one can give it to me
And no one would put it in my hands
Yet I stand
Warmer hearts
This holy life
The snowdrops has risen
Birth and creator
It’s aliveness in the winter
In the snowfall
Warmer hearts
With his eyes
His handsome visage, a captivating allure so sincere
Locked in his gaze forever was my plea
For he, with his eyes, held a world, captivating, and free
Sacrifices
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