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 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