Meditations

A landslide brought me down.
I did not choose who would gather my pieces. To peace is.

Who were you before your parent’s were born?

Who was I meant to be.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeee– the thunder rolls over the desert.
The rain reaches tides along the coast.

Who am I without you?

Emerald leaves turn red as the blood count rises.
drip.
drop.
red.
ruby.
pomegranate seeds.

Extricate myself from you, you are the ones who polished me with your stories.

Obsidian
fills
my
eyes
with illusion.

I cannot reshape what you have carved me to be.

Cannot fill the cracks

created
concrete
within.

Tools of love, redemption, betrayal, manipulation …
manipulations

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