Writing to piece myself back together 🖤
Wonder women walking weary, whispering wounds . Wonder women waning, waxing, weeping wombs . Wonder women weaving wisdom,
By giselaabout a year ago in Poets
Loneliness hits hard Like a wave that swallows you Pushing you inside . You come up for air The wind slaps your eyes open
I always packed my bags at dusk and asked the sun to take me underground, to roam together in ashes and dust and find the answers hidden in my crown.
By gisela3 years ago in Poets
I remember the day I first heard it- The Question. The one that asked Me To name the box You Need to see, With its label