Becoming the Storm
a poem
--
The air is thick
A storm is coming
My head aches
As the pressure builds
I turn my face to the sky
Bruised and swollen
Full to bursting
It will open soon
Holding back
But needing release
It is here, now
--
The air is thick
A storm is coming
My head aches
As the pressure builds
I turn my face to the sky
Bruised and swollen
Full to bursting
It will open soon
Holding back
But needing release
It is here, now
Writing on the female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at The Green Parent magazine. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.