Week 9 – This Too Shall Pass

This Too Shall Pass

This week I am a hurricane, a tempest, a storm,

The winds inside and the warmth of the oceans a death spiral, 

A battle nobody can win, tied to the arches of a temple, blinded and strong enough to consume. 

The rains come and fall on my broken heart, and I feel the willows of my veins sway and take the thunder. 

 

This too, shall pass. 

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Week 7 – August In July

August In July

It is my favorite part of the summer. 

The air gets chilly at night, 

Like fall is reaching out the window and blowing kisses onto my cheeks.

 

I watch the sun set over Classon Avenue.

The street is quiet as Sunday mornings, 

The moon shines on my back as the sun sinks beneath the skyline.

 

It gives me my life, it gives me my words. 

For the first time in a long time, I find myself writing.