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This is how we come alive; a touch of writing and poetry, an.experience of therapy. #PoetryCreator
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KINDNESS TO SELF
If I could but be so kind to myself liike how I sometimes hold up lighted candles for people to see while secretly enduring the burns from their melting wax, then my whole body would emit light and I'll less think of a struggle in help. #poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoetryLove
We host ordeals and conceal their edginess. We nurse scars, wrap bandages around our hearts— to heal, smell their perfect aromas, alone. There, our eyes are like sunken boreholes storing fresh mighty waters. And when they begin to pour down, they come ceaselessly; from calabash to bucket-full and to outflowing territories. Our tears turn into stones and no one sees: we burry them. Each day has its own sobs. Behind the veil, there is wholeness of griefs— Our angelic eyes that seem glowing and...
