In the belly of the river

Aham is a stream Though we see her as river, A poor person’s fowl is his cow. In the village of my birth Everything has a gender; The Aham is the female, And the Imo the male. These are the two water bodies In the…

Hour 2 (2022) image – Above, the Beloved ©️

Trigger Warning – loss, death, greif <image prompt response>   I watch you grow, wondering if you know, how proud I am to see you glow.   The birds sing songs to let you know, My love is sent — As above, So below. —…

his journey

he climbs no destination in mind the journey, his freedom, his peace he climbs further still above the clouds ’til I am dust and he is sky

Poem 2 Hour 2 Music

The woods are lovely, dark and deep (Robert Frost) I whisper my secrets to the leaves. Time is lost and I am found. I’m not alone among the creatures who sleep. I face the demons in my mind. The wind creates music within the trees….

19 years

After letting out a sigh , i sat next to her on top of my bed the room is quiet , nothing being said   the fighting and screaming , replaying out aloud it definitely wasn’t something ,that was meant infront of a crowd  …

Snow

I feel nothing. Pain subsided. Numbness filled instead of heat or cold. I want to sleep.  

Water

Drip. Drip.. Drip… I must’ve left it open: the faucet. Awake, yet asleep. Must be my mind-set Immersed in water, still not any cleaner. From the drips emerge a flood, wave of emotions clouds my mindset Maybe because I’m soaked, I guess.   Drip. Drip…..