#26 healing poetry; soft sunrise

There’s a soft sunriseThat leaves traces of starlightGlinting in the shadows of dawnThere’s a soft sunriseThat asks me to riseThough my pillows are sweet and warmI wake to the scentOf the garden where I firstKnew my soulThere’s a soft sunriseAsking my eyesTo open, to a glittering world -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit

#7 healing poetry; bright fury memory

I felt old pages in my hands today as I walked down to the post office, in a village by the sea. The sea was so bright it almost blinded me, reminding me, that things can last past a death gaze, my memories of this place are hazy. Not because I don’t remember but becauseContinue reading “#7 healing poetry; bright fury memory”