February 2021

My shame is a mold that only grows in the parts of me I refuse to shed light on

Do I need a better flashlight?a braver mouth?a new dictionaryto find fresh wordsto form familiar sounds in new ways? I need brave spaces to fall apartwithout anyone reaching for the threadto stitch me back together. I need people who don’t expect me to always be so strongwho know strength to be expansive and multifacetedthat myContinue reading “My shame is a mold that only grows in the parts of me I refuse to shed light on”