when you find
the ancient song
in your bones,
but you were only taught
to speak
in thunder.
you
must
unlearn
this.
sing,
or you will
slowly die,
every
day
of your life.
—honour yourself. be true to yourself. unlearn who you are not.

author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
when you find
the ancient song
in your bones,
but you were only taught
to speak
in thunder.
you
must
unlearn
this.
sing,
or you will
slowly die,
every
day
of your life.
—honour yourself. be true to yourself. unlearn who you are not.

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