Poems from RachelDarma
Oh sweet, how sweet
To be me but not
Judgment belongs to someone else,
It belongs to plastic innocuous speech,
Flowing into a vacant...
I come free of balance and feel only raw metaphors
I know you’re scared to try
I know-
I know.
But learn to
Explore life
Break form...
The smoke is your own melancholic fog,
an air dispersed as your own form of self defense.
I begin to notice the ashes forming in your eye...