Trance

Slow trek through the maze. Out of daze. Unfazed.

Seedling

I blossom if you stay rooted in me.

Frequency

Fall into the melody and allow the sound waves to carry you to the tune of now. Allow the vibrations to uplift your spirit and lead you to truth. Cultivating simplicity which cultivates peace which frees you from the burden of you. For it is all repetition. The way the waves of sound travel over…

Drift 

I’m drifting into a meditation of tantalizing tongue where your words are as sweet as honeycombs and my sweet spot is calling for more. My eyes begin to close and I feel your chest pulsating against my thoughts and we are in sync. I imagine us across the Indian Ocean, soaking up African sunlight, beaming…

mother nature

Am treks through the wilderness hoping to sync with the rise of mother nature, Becoming grounded in her roots as she breathes the morning into my lungs giving me life. Uplifting my spirit, shifting my mental from the visuals that dampen my glow. Humbling my heart, I highlight my gratitude for all she is. She…

A Real Fairytale 

I’m Maleficient.  I have horns that sit atop my crown when the pain becomes too much, wings that no longer fly yet I am the fairytale I hope you’ll buy into. I hate you, I love you, I hate…you. Words I utter out my mouth as they slither off my tongue like a snake moving…

Metamorphosis

I am transforming before my very own eyes. Looking myself in a mirror that once cracked and seeing each reflection of my being piece by piece. The piece of me that was broken is slowly morphing into peace I am becoming whole. The barbed wire that shouted, “DO NOT DISTURB” around my beating heart is…

Choose wisely 

I sat with my legs crossed and meditated to the words that parted your lips. Deep down, I wanted to scowl at you, grab your face until you left your reality and entered into mine.  Yet, you did not see me.  And it was then I knew I was merely a choice, past tense, but…

Could it be? 

When you finally feel like a woman, what is it? It cannot be the insecurity seeping into my heartbeat causing the rhythm to thump like a native drum echoing ancient tones.  This cannot be the bitter taste of jealousy relishing on my taste buds waiting for more.  This cannot be the rage I begin to…