I can't really describe the ta-da
I feel when my spirit pops
to life and living, to
color and coloring.
It's something I feel in
every part of my restless body.
I break only for colors and
nonviolent violence to gently fill
in my staggered breaths.
All I must do is take a
sip and bring my fingers
to conceive this new world, where my
eyes FINALLY HAVE A REQUIEM
for
their oceans.
YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
