it’s like shedding old skin that you
know is dead yet
you’re clinging to it and
won’t let go for fear
of being cold
when in reality you are
burning up under
all those covers and
desperately trying to
break free
"expansion"
poetry for thought play
b u r n i n g
my burning question is
how do you know
when is it trauma
and when is it heartbreak
when is it human
when is it a mistake
I know we’re all flawed
I don’t expect perfect
But what I don’t need
Is lust or a regret
so my burning question is
how do you know
what's on the inside
is destined to show
so what am I seeing
is this the truth
or is this my fear
looking for proof
my burning question is
how do you know
are they the one
tell me, if so
"burning"
h o m e
I give myself permission
to breathe
to not take it all so
seriously
to unfold and unwind
to simply pass the time
by
however it moves me
and I will be still
let the world spin
do all the work
for I have done enough
spinning
on my own
right now all I need
is for my body
to feel like
Home
“home”
h e a l i n g
everything is new now
and though I’ve made up my mind
I’ve been taken alive
by the rhythm, the drive
of your love for me
like a river
it moves over and over
the hard places
and wears me down
until I’m a deep canal
of your love for me
it overflows after a rain
and I’ll never be the same
the way you whisper my name
and of your love for me
so I rest here
at the bottom
at the depths
and it washes over me
your love for me
"healing"