writing from the in-between of healing & hurting, softness & rage, silence & scream; this space is for the ghosts i carry, and the selves i’m still becoming.

012 | for a poetess

i found a video online today
of a beautiful person writing poetry
for complete strangers

her untamed curls speak of
the wilderness within her heart
and her eyes sparkle
like the summer sky
while she heals souls
word by word

yet there is a depth about her
her eyes, her curls, her being
a depth that lets you know
this person is a poet
and being a poet means
to know pain

imagine what the world would be like
if there were more people like her
and those girls
who purchased a poem
with a flowerchain