I want to love myself to the point that old traumas roll off my skin, like water falling from wings, The droplets of my healing nourishing parched souls, so that they too may find their wings and fly once more. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Tag: growth
35/2017: Set Free
Open my mind, bring down my walls let the demons run free, no longer partitioned by the walls of the mazes in my heart. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 322: Mystic Women
They pull at your coat a way to drag you down and back, place you safely in your box. If only they could remove the garment of power you wear. But what they don't understand is you do not wear power, you are the strength of the universe made flesh. They cannot rip it from… Continue reading Day 322: Mystic Women
News: Open Mic & Shab-e She’r
The first time, I spoke too fast. The second, I didn't make eye contact. The third time, well... I should be a regular by then right?!? - So it should be easier. After the encouragement of two people I respect, Amy and Manik, I attended by very first Shab-e She'r Poetry Night in September. … Continue reading News: Open Mic & Shab-e She’r
Day 309: Tell Her I Miss Her
Where is that girl with the brown gaze that sees into souls? The one with the fearless demeanor, that takes no prisoners and claims all hearts to be hers. When did those tired eyes stop seeing, all the wonder, the hope, the possibilities? How did she start believing, what the world told her, the stars… Continue reading Day 309: Tell Her I Miss Her
Day 233: Why am I afraid to Own my Face?
Why am I afraid to own my face To own the scars To see the full image Instead of presenting glimpses Of eyes Lips Ears Hands As if the absence of The whole Will make the sums Greater As if a part of me Is all of me. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 216: Me
I am who I am, there's no one else I would rather be. I am just looking foward, to the next evolution of me. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Day 159: Shoes
I am ready to trade in my shoes, they are worn and ripped, though they carried me far, I don't think they fit these feet anymore. These stumbling feet that found timid purchases on jagged edges. Calluses, where I managed the irritation and blisters where I broke, unable to suffer anymore. Hoping that by the… Continue reading Day 159: Shoes
