SPEAKING MY TRUTH THROUGH THE WRITTEN WORD
Look at me So even-tempered these days Fearful that my inner peace Might poach my creativity But is that such a blemish If I remain alive To feel the breeze on my skin For another cycle? Creativity need not be born From despair. I eschew that tired narrative. That stereotypical trope. What good are creative... Continue Reading →
Pale and withdrawn Afraid to be seen Like an invalid Lost to the light for years Now shuddering in the sun. In love with the journey But obstinately, firmly shut off To any dalliances along the way. Tell me, how else should it be? How else can it be? Hiding from revelation Is the only... Continue Reading →
Shivering in my strength Where to direct all this power It flails about, confused So mighty yet undirected It has no weight. I am now learning That if I express my voice And others disapprove That doesn’t make me wrong. It makes me impactful. I am allowed to stand In my world, my reality The... Continue Reading →
I am wild, I scream Baring my teeth To the unsuspecting trespassers Turning against the well-meant kindness The innocent mothering Making my stomach roil with repulsion I cannot be controlled Forced, or willed to be A fucking thing I am not As soon as you all stop trying The sooner you learn The better off... Continue Reading →
In the crevasses Womb space Fingers, fists of ancestors Clutching Demanding attention A space at my table Remember Remember us Remember yourself The you that existed Before they numbed Your instincts Your moon cycles Your wild wisdom In the name Of sensibility Their palms outstretched Grasping, pleading Convulsing in my belly Reclaim the power Passed... Continue Reading →
AMY HORTON 