On writing..

Getting the words out.. listening to all the versions of me

My brain runs off the tracks

Am I, even, complicit?

It comes from the core of me

and won’t let go

Noise from my head

Impacting

Stopping every cell and breath

in from nourishing

A sugar-craving monster

Needing (interior) hype

Feeling alive when my insides

burst

With passion

and I get me, fed

I see what it is now

I take control

Every younger voice, being taken

by the hand

Cared for

Yes!

Desire

Allowing my vulnerability to

shine through

Asking, being allowed to need

The little Big things

That make me feel home

and take the truck off my

chest