Posted in Poetry

The quiet magic of being

I have made peace with the mystery under my skin, the stardust in my bones, the light in my thoughts, the fossils and galaxies, my flaws and vulnerabilities. I will remake myself everyday until I feel each cell awaken, until I am better and unbroken.

Posted in Poetry

Branded

Your touch has left words on my skin
that now stain my mind blue
the marks remain cauterized symbols
you’ve branded my soul through.