Soul Seeds

Like a wildflowerslast hurrah scattering soul seeds. To Octobers wind and rain. To sleep in the cracksof winter's brokenness. Awaiting the warmthof springswild and free. @loisfay

METAMORPHOSIS

Old me lies in themetamorphosis stage.Of growing herwounds to wisdom. While the new meis working out whatneeds working out. Before spreadingmy f r a g i l e wings. To winds in worldsthat so desperatelywant validation. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.