Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.
Some Fill With Each Good Rain By Hafiz There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, others are far too deep for that. In one well You have just a few precious cups of water, That “love” is literally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond … More Some Fill With Each Good Rain, poem by Hafiz
My body’s fulcrum. Full breasts above. Strong hips below. This belly. Plump, abundant, fleshy. It sometimes shrinks. It mostly grows. Rounded mounds. Soft, pliable. It contains the map to my innards, a log of my journey. It tells my secrets. Showing the world the ways I’ve indulged. Either out of happiness or loneliness, it doesn’t matter. A … More Homage to My Belly, a poem
I’m fine alone She says, wanting to convince herself. She’s right. She has survived. Clawed, climbed, clambered out of depths of anguish Cobbling, crafting, reconstructing a life. Finding firm ground underneath Broken open enough for wisdom to take root For a sturdy backbone to get built. Yet it’s sweeter, gentler, kinder In someone else’s presence. … More Corazón, a poem
backbones get built vertebrae by vertebrae with every victory with every heartache with every triumph with every shattering with each awakening they become sturdy bearing the weight of new consciousness embodying self-love strengthened, emboldened