Body unborn
Pulled,
like the seas,
wandering
like the wind.
the mind moves
in many different directions.
I search for my voice;
Buried –
In breast, bone, blood.
The body holds words
that long to be born.
Body unborn
Pulled,
like the seas,
wandering
like the wind.
the mind moves
in many different directions.
I search for my voice;
Buried –
In breast, bone, blood.
The body holds words
that long to be born.