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: water
Day 308: Spider’s Kiss
Do you hear the rain see the rain it falling like teardrops? I cry out in pain, I know it's Mother Earth's sorrow I feel. I look around searching for answers But none have I found. What makes us as humans destroy? When we were given the precious gift of life? How can we have peace, when… Continue reading Day 308: Spider’s Kiss
Day 227: Rainfalls
Drops of rain, clear the air undo the style of my hair, pins and sprays all to contain a wildness you saw as a stain destroying the perfect dream of the role I would play on your team. As the water drags my hair down, all your shallow words start to drown and I am… Continue reading Day 227: Rainfalls
