Healing my inner child one poem at a time.
Fingers gravitate reaching for nothing again and again once more.
By Amashiraa day ago in Poets
I noticed her more this year. Decaying blossoms and ever-giving to the many birds and bees. Offspring littered by her feet:
By Amashiraabout a month ago in Poets
Kindling from the snake— the last days of our shedding a flame horse enters.
By Amashira2 months ago in Poets
natures blanket covers you in a pallet of autumn gentle rain tapping on crisp leaves soften the earth around you - in awe I stand by your side
By Amashira4 months ago in Poets
Gather yourself don't let your innards spill onto the streets, into the cracks, the weeds don't let it spoil your appetite, the fruits
Crimson glass at dusk an empty tram approaches with nowhere to sit.
By Amashira5 months ago in Poets
I catch myself as my own villain— weaving a lie seamlessly with what's true knowing these half-truths won't weigh on my conscience;
The memories attached to items in this home take up space I don’t want to hold. Where do these thoughts live when not provoked
May I greet discomfort as a dear friend and the mirror a story unfolding. May I release the shackles that bound my growth and gather what feeds the roots of my uprising.
