Repentant

Posted on by

On look out
Why, I?

Wanting her, Liberty
Freedom from all the ways I’ve done her wrong

Or forgiveness

Her eyes, corroded-coppery
Bore one capital “L” unto mine skin

“A Mighty Woman,” I was warned

And so I came, tired
And she welcomed me
And I extinguished her, still

Copper Daughters

Posted on by

Some of these
Cannot convey just joy
Created and groomed and put on display
Destined
Somber storytellers and hope-beacons
Alike
Unable to deny
There’s reason to smile, to shine
But not fully
There’s cause to rise
But only as high as the least

img_8466