Under the rubble
A writing piece to mourn my sister’s death. May she rest in peace.
A writing piece to mourn my sister’s death. May she rest in peace.
flash lights street lights reflections on the window light up the nights sky holding up a shaking hand a candle between frail fingers to give light to souls no longer there in your days… Continue reading
Life teaches us that people are never as they seem on the exterior. We make promises we can’t fulfill and dress in masks to hide away shameless scars deep within. Life will… Continue reading
i search aimlessly for poetry for pretty words to dress the pain covered like shrapnel that bleeds through the delicate skin of babies not deserving of heart-break so young i search aimlessly for… Continue reading
they say that it all goes away in the preciousness of touch only felt once pain is pulled by the roots ripped apart so desperately for a chance of breath bloody and all… Continue reading
these words have fought in a trance of thought they have refused denied the coming together of emotions tied to a womb that grows in bloom against the seasons birth of new fragrances… Continue reading
Please stand for a moment of silence As your legs shake in the defiance of war and anger. Please stand for a moment of silence For souls no longer able to stand for… Continue reading
they say that darkness is our way to discovering the light in the days that light our way to smiles once shining the room with its beauty they say that moments of solitude… Continue reading
they say that we find ourselves in each other in the way words will form to define the shapes that outline the shadows of our bodies into place, in the way our minds… Continue reading
your dead baby boys and girls are stars to your darkness lighting the moon with its shine against bombardments and shelling hate fills death with such destruction dusted off from the rubble they… Continue reading