Alchemical Inheritance

I carry my father still. His absence weighs— a ghost in my chest, sorrow and relief entwined, a delicate dance.

Nothing but Soul

The journey doesn’t require anything but soul.

Vibrant blue became our value true. Cornflowers, bachelor’s buttons, trumpet blooms held between our palms, pressed for all their softness.

I allow myself to hold space for my mind to change with grace. To bear witness. To let go. To embrace. To bend. To grow.

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

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.

Hope is what has always survived in me—spinning dark threads into light, guiding me forward.

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.