My Roots
“My roots comfort me, / when my heart is breaking, / and sing to me, / when I am most in need.”
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Hands of Matriarchy
“I often wonder if my hands feel remorse and sorrow, / question whether or not they deserve forgiveness, / and if they feel joy and gratitude when given the chance to rebuild what was unmade.”
Be the Muse for Once
“Have you ever noticed the way your fingers fidget between lined journal paper, and do you know about the glow you radiate, before you perform a piece?”