the painful process, beautiful in its Reds and Browns

leading to the birth of crowns

Two drops of water to quench his thirst as he traverses desert society in search of an oasis.

I drown in the beauty of your eyes

Memories - shards of heart and weeds of hurt

For we know not

how we came to be

There are corners of my soul yet to be touched by the light that filters through my eyes

Clutched next to my chest is my barely breathing child. I have walked for days blurred into nights…

When all were unconscious in the world

I lay awake

with problems on my chest

For if I was to love you

or better yet

if you were to love me

I am me