Come home/ awaken-awaken dear ancestor, we miss you. Oh how we pray for you, oh how we wanted you  to dance in the ways of your  cider and be taken aback/ by the deep -deep freedom lying in your bones, and your bones will whisper over and over to you

Dear Ancestors, spirit,  you are the storyteller of vibrancy that has awakened. A holy love/ I am moved by you. In this moment you have awakened, my ancestor that was always you.

 I pray that you believe in you today. I pray your soul opens, to the tiny threads that lifts you, and calls your soul close… your poet Krissy to be continued all rights reserved 2023

when i think of all of the ways of i could have given up,

i could have told the world goodbye,

somehow i survived, the wayward June-bugs hopping into hopelessness,

somehow i mounted up the courage to face days i possibly didn’t love me,

i don’t know how , i made it, but

i did~ your Poet Krissy