Corrie Loch
I am canvas-covered
Poppy with gold scrolling
Mountain Man
Embossed
Empowered
Emboldened
I am hope incarnate
Fresh water at the helm
Greatlakes Girl
Missive
Misty
Mischief
Bonding Bad
The days of danger finding me
Smack dab in the middle of my manifesting success
Freshly showered after having done all the inner-work
Looking like chemistry
Though, by definition, cannot be
True to your name, Trauma
Your electric days that bound us
Over
No More Next Times: A Haiku
I’d set boundaries
He tried his magic nonsense
So now he’s with you
Friday Rising: A Haiku
You’ll say the goodbye
When cruelty’s ghost has refused
Respect your aura
I’m Sorry
I am not a mechanism, a tool
Some structure
By which, if you employ, you may use to heal old wounds
Nor are you for me
These scars have nothing to do with you
You may not attend to them
While I hunger
While you hunger
We are not consumables
We are afire
We are to touch and be touched
While considering what time has in mind
Because broken hearts
Realigned my soul