Each one
My ancestors words
Trying
Dying in the middle
Of my consternation
Accessing only
My little breaths
Taken
From unwritten history pages;
A pen
So delicate
Little fragments
Are lost
As each letter forms.
Tag: unwritten
Bows (day 2484)
I’ve come along for the magic of night
Singing to my reflection ahead
Eyes wide open I’m inside myself
Forgetting all the bows I tied
While waiting by your side
A test I left unwritten, un-scribed
For distractions had taken the best of me
Towards an un-planted tree
Soil so deep I lost my shovel
And turned my soil to better ground
To grow the bio I dream of
Where magic of night shall leave behind
A day to open me up wide