Day 28 #WritingMyselfWhole: Freedom

I’m right where I’m supposed to be and this is what freedom feels like

Day26 #WritingMyselfWhole: Keep Those Prayers Burning

We are kind,

gentle -natured people,

unfettered souls 

trying to piece together 

a living, 

trying to piece together faith 

trying to hold back- afraid 

like old cotton sheets

wa-a-y down in the wash 

smelling up the days 

of wa-a-y back when 

We made mud pies 

We made sunshine 

We glued our problems together

We loved real -hard

We fought real-hard

We prayed real-hard 

We dreamed real- hard 

We cried-real -hard

for real change to come…. 

Poet Krissy Mosley

Day25 #WritingMyselfWhole: #PrayersForUvlade Texas,

Writer of Poet’s Vision

Put your
arms around me
we need it
more
than
ever

not a moment of silence
not a whispering plea
let the world fall to its’ knees

let this prayer hold weight
with arms and legs
that change petty things
such as gun laws,
that hold ruthless evils
and keep- senseless death
from happening

Dear love,
keep our children
that they may have
a better chance
to run and roam free

Put your
arms around me
we need it
more
than
ever
now….

our prayers are for Uvalde ,for our school children and all those effected …. Poet Krissy Mosley

Day24 #WritingMyselfWhole: If Nothing Else I’m Still Here

I almost didn’t write today. I almost allowed my distractions to get the best of me. I almost felt like giving up was the answer. However giving up is never the answer.  So I came back to the page. I came back to the place of hope. I came back to try again. I came back to say, I’m still here. I’m still writing. I’m still trying.

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In the words of Toni Morrison “Freeing yourself was one thing claiming ownership of the freed self was another.” If nothing else I claim myself worthy of being free. I claim myself worthy to come again and again to the page.

Day19 #WritingMyselfWhole: Bleeding Out Prayers in Poetry

my digital art ~ by the Author

As the morning moves the blues clean into hiding
and my tears have prayed me- even before I did
Marvin Gaye’s words prove to be the latest gospel
“oh mercy, mercy me, things ain’t what they used to be”

The soul of America, has a hole where there used to be a heartbeat
the heartbeat of souls slowly dripping over yonder-
the blood of worshipers’, the blood of grocery store shoppers’ ,
the blood of morning commuters’, the blood of protesters’,

the blood that gives me strength, blood that holds whole families together
the blood of day to day, and their blood still cries out from the ground

this is the ache of darkness we are forced to sit with it,
the ache we can’t swallow, because our throats are hard like stone,

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so I must tell you, as I must tell myself,
don’t hold your breath
don’t hold back the tears that follow
don’t cut the black bird’s song
in mere and morrow

let the song bleed you
let this prayer, pray you
let these words hug you tightly
til you do

Poet Krissy Mosley