We Will Be 

In my heart where shadows dance,

a journey starts, free from the trance.

A mirror’s truth, my soul's embrace,

shaking off the so-called disgrace.

With every step my story unfolds,

of courage fierce and rebellion bold.

From whispered doubts to shouts of pride,

A vibrant self, no need to hide.

Shaking off the colonial way,

I strike my path to seize each day.

In every heartbeat, every breath,

lies a celebration, life from death.

So here’s to those who bravely roam,

In search of self, we carve a home.

With every voice, a symphony,

no matter what, we will be.

Spider's Web 

I catch raindrops in my eyelashes,

woven from a craftmans hands,

dancing in the evening light,

As soft as a flame held in my strands.

Maybe you’ve seen me,

allowed me to be built,

watched as stars were spun into silk,

As the wind presses me until I wilt.

Or maybe you’ve crushed me,

shattered my strings and let me blow away,

the raindrops now falling,

the stars going free.

What it Feels Like to Be Calm

The cold nestles around me, tucking me in. Thousands of gentle pats trickle down me, I close my eyes, and listen. I hear the gentle creak of wood under me. I hear the softest noise surrounding me.

Rain is falling slowly, lazily. Bringing with it a grey blanket of cloud to provide comfort. My hair gently clings to me, letting raindrops catch rides and slip away.

I can smell too. The earth is surely darker now, leaving its scent in the air, sticking to my hair and reminding me of thousands of other times it scent has ensnared itself to me. The grass smells dewy, the leaves smell heavy but somehow light.

When I open my eyes, vibrancy greets me. The bark of the trees are dark, the green of the flora so vibrant it steals my breath. The sky so grey that it is the perfect canvas for this painting. This moment in time caught like a moth and pinned to the wall. Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Nothing exists except me. My worries seeping down with the water.