What Lies Ahead:

Looking over my shoulder

I was 13 when poetry found me in the library

hovering over the latest beauty magazines

wondering why I couldn’t see myself

Moma’s job had just ended, we still needed money for the past due light-bill

going to church wasn’t bad, as I recall Moma gave over every last cent paying for a miracle.

In the morning the sun rose gently, helping us with another lightless day

then it was poetry and I, stride by stride,

pain and grief, blood in the middle.

  I was writing,

kindness sis. Krissy 




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 “What Lies Ahead:”

  1. Thank you for sharing that story. It means a lot to me. Poetry found me when my father was drunk and raging through with all that PSTD and guns and craziness.

      1. Most poets I know are survivors … and I got lucky and my Dad found AA when I was 13 and it turned his life around, but I kept on writing.

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