On Life’s Edge:

I’d known her prayers over here and over there
bundles of things old and used
 I can’t control,
 can’t seem to fit
delicates,
tops, see-through-rainbows,
fearless -hopes
her tears, I’d cried several of yesterday’s clouds
dancing on wisdom’s gills
and this time I’d said I’ve grown
said I’ve learned a few things of my own
where I’m from,  my people are
crazed-ridden
stoned, by the flyby-swipes
whose right
whose next
whose high
whose eyes are walls
with speechless, tremble
and needles are tripped
mid-sentence smoked
on meth on coke on flu
Dear God I pray
you’d grant us mercy
for things out of control
Dear God I pray for all lost souls~your kindness sister Krissy
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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling stories to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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7 thoughts on “On Life’s Edge:”

  1. There are so many lost souls. Thank you for this. Suring this month I am in New Zealand (Aotearoa) I see through other’s eyes how much my country is a collection of the lost in so many wasy.

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