a poem

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Clearing, moving

Awakening, coming alive

A gasp of cold air, filling, rushing in, tingling, teasing the nerve endings

Wake up, wake up, the night air whispers

It’s time.

Alive and moving

Flowing in spirals



The Honest Perspective

Writing on female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at Green Parent magazine & Parenting Top Writer. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.