MichaelaBeauty.
Fire looming and smoke pluming and all Isee is beauty
Through metal eyes that cannot cry and I make myself a stone
Skipped across the creek sunk in its bed, too weak
To douse, and the wind picks up and all these
Four at war and is the ether either hearing or heeding?
We have ourselves.
We have each other.
Our world needs, our world weeps, and we let our power lie.
How long before we rise?
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back