Father I miss you, I could not find your heart I could feel your anger, your shame and your un-cried tears But I could not hear your expression Who was it for? Why did you feel that way? I needed you to speak to me So that I could understand those parts of me and … Continue reading Father, I Miss You
the masculine, father
The choices of a warrior women
Here I sit in the silence of the early morning as the night melts into the new day. I see yesterday's warmth rising from the still waters meeting the coolness of the night, leaving clouds of condense hovering over the surface of the water. As I look ahead, there is the place that I have … Continue reading The choices of a warrior women
The fight
I have been fighting hallucinations of my parents past. Carrying projections of iridescent shadows weighing heavy on my shoulders. I have my very own armor to fight this war. Is this even my war? I ask. And then continue to fight against my own knowing forcefully expected. I must endure to exist as superficially there … Continue reading The fight
The Acacia Tree 