I’m right where I’m supposed to be and this is what freedom feels like
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.
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.
created and spoken by the author of this blog
In a moment when our lives feel threaten,
and rage blows her timely cords…
We will press that rage into praise
and press our tears into songs of freedom…
your, kindness sister Krissy🖤🖤
Poetry has become my home and my owning the darkness has shown me the light. ~kindness sister Krissy
Re-imagining myself as a writer, by grace, I am alive. Writing the script of my life -sifting through warm, dark, soil. Tending to the lumps that shape pages, where I’ve been, where I’m headed, how I’m still changing.
On the morning of discover,
I am the afro-haired girl
with friends of freedom,
we are soulmates,
in good company, we are miracles of change,
aggrandized gold, sprouting through the cracks
bountiful seedlings, dancing across the Alantic,
arising, gas-lighting stars bursting with higher thinking
bursting outside, with ladders of forgiveness.
kindness is our resource,
love is, its native power
hope is our brother
wisdom is our Mother
riding on the wings of the Cardinal