twenty seven years later.
And Poetry is no exception
She was higher than mountains,
She was heavier than a thousand hearts,
The moon became the light for when the the night meets the dark.
It’s not about love but it is and although it’s not about death, it is. But it’s a little positive… and hopefully a little inspiring. It’s about growing through the feeling of feeling nothing so that one day you can leave behind something.
If your roots have outgrown the pot you grew in – get a bigger pot. If you find that you are not getting the light you need – find another location. You, my human friend, deserve to be as selfish as a plant – and bloom. Please share on your social media platforms and…
Inhale As my past feels stretched out like it’s smothering my face I lay on my back Spine curving into the surface Each limb connected as numb as my heart Pulsing to the sounds I hear As the blood rushes through my veins I like the pink reflexion my complexion consumes I’ve barely moved a…