Sweat
Every day I wake
at the foot of a mountain
Blessed by unexpected gifts
carried through the tempest storm
i have wokenwrapped in barbed wiretightly wrappedin barbed wire
Sometimes, it is necessary to close our eyes.Receding into a melancholic warmth.Deeply sown husks allowed to split…
an angel without wingsshe walks in the worldbarefoot and eager
i tore off a piece of meand held it up to the lightexamined itfound fault in itcried
poetry forgotten is like a friend lost
what does one rememberof a life before a comaas you wake facing forwardwith sweat…