i sing
my song
of hope
to the world.
a sweet
lullaby
for
the broken ones.
shhhh.
listen.
your healing
is coming.
—why i write.
Tag: Inner Healing
On turning the pain of loss, into healing.
loss,
has carved
pain
into
my bones.
but,
it filled
my mouth
with
songbirds.
—On turning the pain of loss, into healing.
On feeding pain.
and what of
this hunger
that weeps
in my belly,
but lives in my
my soul.
it took me a lifetime
to realise that food
only quiets the ache;
never satisfies it.
—On feeding pain.
Know the difference.
Lust,
is an incandescent
invertebrate;
a brief, consuming inferno
with no appetite
for hardship.
Love,
straightens her spine,
cups her hands around
the brokenness,
and stays.
—Know the difference.
On raising a boy.
I rub
gentleness
into your skin
every day,
so that the one
who loves you
one day,
does not have
to peel back
the layers,
to find your heart.
—On raising a boy.
I do not fit into a box.
it took
me
a lifetime to realise
that it is perfectly
ok
to walk away from
the people
who would bruise
the soft roundness
of me,
with their
square boxes.
—I do not fit into a box.
Raw.
With every
word
that I write,
I remove
another
layer of skin.
One day,
I shall
find myself
again.
—Raw.
