Storm Over My Skin

I’ve worn the storm over my skin— vibrant, red. Lightning from my tongue forming electric, magnetic thoughts.

From Ashes to Wings

The cold of you that left me— I will not deny it. I let it dissolve me, a watery grave I stayed in for a time, learning a new rhythm.

A bonfire of hope and love, the heart knew the way— she be wild, she be free.

Clarity struck like lightning, ozone sizzled with potential. I shifted to receive—and learned I am possible in every way.

She wore happiness like her favorite dress.

I dug up my ghosts, shook them loose from the earth—less clinging to me, more uplifting.

He feeds me pearls — small gifts from the waters.

My little girl’s smile— as she wakes from sleep.

Face turned brilliant— hung by Stars. Glowing— resolved to shine.

There is no such thing as musicless; even my heart keeps the drum.