• Poems & Musings,  Writing

    Emergence

    Too many years of Poison slowing my veins  There’s nothing left but apathy  Rotting until the stirring of awareness  Until I come back to myself And then — My body, strong with my anger  Roots down in the earth like a tree that  Senses smoke, flames licking  Arms up, branching into the air  Ready for rapture, purification  I want…