Hey there - I'm a Writer / Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak.
Brown face, full lips
starry eyes, moonlit
blood stained blank page
castaway, unchained
rolls of thunder shake the sky
salted tears, wearied sighs
wave after wave she rides each one
stuck in a nightmare she carries on
her fingertips hold onto the night
as the Motherland drifts out of sight
freedom whispers in her ears
tangled guts, laced with fear
the ache in her chest thrown overboard
wet hands, makeshift oars
wave after wave she rides each one
stuck in a nightmare she carries on
raw courage, audacious hope
Black butterfly struggling to float
steel willed, restless bones
she is the poets love Jones
empty belly, ocean deep
full of songs bittersweet
wave after wave she rides each one
stuck in a nightmare she carries on
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