***I spent my days last week listening to spoken word poetry by Rupi Kaur. To my surprise, I was gifted her new book later in the week. Strange right? (Thank you Joanna). Synchronizing is what my therapist calls it. Enjoy this random spoken word poem. Kind of want to do an open mic night soon…
#106 My toes are cold.
My toes are cold. I miss you. The wind is howling. I fight with you God. But, we will always be connected. The sun will rise from the West. The messiah will come. Allah Akbar. Our souls will be leaving eventually. Shocking. Kids. Howling Cat cries. We are guests in this world. Eventually, we have…
