SPEAKING MY TRUTH THROUGH THE WRITTEN WORD
I cannot stop hating my body. Fuck, how I want to be That proud, free, careless woman Showing it all without a thought Never apologizing for my skin My rolls, my lines, my folds And I’m not. I’m not there. And I want to love myself for that too To embrace and give kindness The... Continue Reading →
The arrhythmia of my heart Explains it all. Not here to hate Or love singly But embrace the whole damn world. My heart skips a beat Do you look up? Do you see? With your entire being Not those insufficient eyes Alone. But with all Do you? Don’t miss a second It could always be... 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 →
Fresh blood Pumping Unbridled Unleashed What is the fear? Pain? Pain is merely a perception A perspective A place that feels like home. Time to choose New ways to transform What's familiar Into what's transcendent. We choose the suffering we know Over the possibility of bliss Because the suffering is certain. Fucked up, but undeniable.... Continue Reading →
I trust nothing anymore. No one. Myself least of all. My history is less than reliable, and my instincts clouded by years of traumatic response. Why should I believe anything that I interpret to be true? I’m eternally hopeful, wretchedly searching, begging for the scraps of love that any careless encounter might accidentally offer. It... Continue Reading →
AMY HORTON 