Love a lunar return where I can nestle into the depths of my process Before Sunrise
with the emotive taboos secrets n shadows n discomfort to transmute
I feel at Home alone in the Darkness
in the chaos n “insurmountable grief”
these demons do not scare me
I Know what it is like to Be erased, unacknowledged
to have peace taken early
I Know what it is like to Be the scapegoat for multiple families, to Be discouraged
I took back my peace in the liminalities
I make poetic magic out of my own suffering
in the hope that someone else may feel more Free witnessing my shameless Live alchemy
(instead of projecting onto me for Freeing me)
may we cry the tears we need to for relief
to retain our sense of shared humanity
Before the grief calcifies into more rage n immovable apathy
there is nothing weak about fluidity
let go let go let goooooooooooo
surrender baby