daily prompt · love · mental health · napowrimo · poem · poetry · recovery

little rebel: letter to self

Put your fists down, little rebel
knuckles scarred from the struggle
eyes ablaze with the memories
skin grafted soul recovery

My hands are up, little rebel
down on my knees
slow breath from my lips
in awe of your resilience

Let me love you, little rebel
pass me a rope
I’ll climb over this distance
soothe the fire from your mind.

Let me protect you, little rebel
You are safe now.

daily prompt · love · mental health · napowrimo · poem · poetry · recovery

did you know

f u t u r e (adj)
late Middle English: via Old French from Latin futurus, future participle of esse ‘be’ (from the stem fu-, ultimately from a base meaning ‘grow, become’).

did you know that you were born from miracles?
standing on the shoulders of the mothers
born from miracles before you,
slowly standing so that we might
see higher.

did you know that you are a healer?
existing in the power of the women
who helped us get here,
maintaining life so that we might
cultivate hope.

did you know that you are a force?
surviving intersections of oppression that
tell you change is impossible,
pushing one step forward so others might
reach the finish.

did you know that you are not just the flower of generations past?

did you know that you are a seed?