"Only say nice, pretty things," they tell me.
"Change your thoughts, change your reality," they say, with numb zombie eyes and hearts dipped in ice.
I’m finding my own way.
I feel my heart beating, raw, aching and bloody,
I infuse poems with pain and feel the world come alive beneath my feet
I blow swiftly on darkness and become ignited---
A howling she beast.
"Don’t be afraid to sit in the center of your shit,” that’s what I say.
That’s my goddamn mantra.
Roll in the mud of your sorrow
Fragrant as a bud,
A woman on the loose.
A woman free,
Unafraid of her
Darkness, love, light
Power and beauty.
I will make friends with my shadows and become wise
By listening to the breaking