
Still I Work (2)

I keep going, breathing underwater, holding on to hope and a worry for the future. I fear I won’t grow old in peace. Not scared of death, but of arriving…

I keep going, breathing underwater, holding on to hope and a worry for the future. I fear I won’t grow old in peace. Not scared of death, but of arriving…

I wake before the city hums with stress from the days before. I lost sound sleep almost a decade ago. A brother, an uncle, dependable, a husband now, a builder…

The passion lingers,Energy drained like light at dusk.Fragments of what could’ve been,So many incomplete pieces of moments,No fire left to finish them. I try; it’s always a loss.2Six and still…

1. Two six and a loss. Life happened and the ability to write poems became a toss. Memories fade like ink on worn pages. As time takes its toll, and…

I’m in a space where I’m too tired to convey my emotions into words, I’m looking so strong that no one would believe I need healing. I’m in that place…

For a certain kind that remembersThe workings of the tirelessly workingIn the fields, in the scenesNot despising the beginningsNot denting the winningsTo the one that sees with the earsOh! We…

Step. Cool earth cradles my skin, each pebble a syllable, inscribing messages to my sole. Step. The hum of the ground murmurs, “Come closer. Feel the pulse of the Maker,…