Dec 12, 2025
have you ever smelled lemongrass plucked fresh from the soil? rolled it between your fingers so its scent lingers past present? have grief ever broken you open? made of your heart a scene of ruins so that survival is the only prayer you can utter and even that prayer...Dec 4, 2025
a poem/prayer for those feeling outside of themselves Say it with me: “I don’t know where I am or how I got this far away from where I wanted to go.” And. “Now isn’t the time to psychoanalyze every move I’ve made that got me here.” hand over heart Whatever got me here...Dec 4, 2025
There are tears stored up in every human soul. Tears that were inconvenient to someone else. Tears that got someone punished. Tears to be shed when there was lack. Tears unspent because “now is not the time.” These tears all need a place to go. And perhaps there is a...