Monthly Archives: March 2014

Her Voice

The stillness of water mimics the blue birds crackle.

She wrestled spring on her hips.

Aggressively painting sun-stained orange sometimes fiery-red.

Salivating with power on her tongue.

Blinking ,colliding two thoughts toward the sea of purpose.

Rolling down windows ,breaking into the attic to re-invent a voice of her own.

Poet Krissy Mosley.


I am Happy …


I am happy because I am breathing…

I am happy because I am a Mother

I am happy because life has offered me many opportunities

to heal my hurts and be strong

I am happy because I wear, the smile of forgiveness.

I am happy to write again.

I am happy to be alive

I am happy to understand freedom

I am happy to release my heaviness in-exchange for God’s Love