Sunday Comes

On the days I’ve laughed so hard-

my sides ached and cheeks are sore from falling

into a honeycomb of goodness,

feels like church, feels like- Hello Sunday

I’d respond with all my teeth in the sky. No more pain, no more suffering, No more stuggle, no more tears only tears of joy only sweet, sweet melodies in the waters.


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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