An angel once told me
to treasure words
for they are vessels
imbued with light.
When I lost them
silence snaked its way
into the darkest pits
of my memory.
Looking back
I’m grateful
for the painful
shards that carried me
home broken
to you.
An angel once told me
to treasure words
for they are vessels
imbued with light.
When I lost them
silence snaked its way
into the darkest pits
of my memory.
Looking back
I’m grateful
for the painful
shards that carried me
home broken
to you.
leilanitamu 