Sages and Pages
Writing until it makes sense
Updated: May 18
Silence with closed eyes
Leads to a memory of violence
I sit until I need you again
The safe hands of a friend
Standing in the shower
Imagining I'm blooming like a flower
Water washes the memories
Flying away like snow flurries
As the sun breaks toward spring
There's new meaning to belonging
There was a vase that sat on a high shelf in your sitting room. In intricate patterns, the overlapping colors create shapes that reminded your daughter of water. For it was both formed and formless. I
For him to give you his children Without choice or pleasure For him to give you his land Born to hold us captive Your eyes must have shown your dreams And he wanted to ground them to dirt Your walk mu
It flattens me It shatters me It shrinks me It drinks me Having made me liquid by Its sheer force of destruction What has it made of me I elevate myself I combine myself I stretch myself I solidify my