Poetry from the Dream Hub

Body trailing the mind by miles. Lungs full of ocean tides. Sand dollars bathing in salt at every rise. Truly alive, not a tear left in these eyes, just smiles and whiles and promises. Coming up for air for the first time ever.

Coma swallowed life, no warnings or goodbyes. Only one recognized her brain alive. Months of dying on the outside but living fully within. And the need to seek truth and forgiveness. Days blurred into days into days. Reality a blurry place as she slipped in and out. Every day a victory of air in her lungs. And then the sky met her eyes and she cried. Mvskoke ancestors strength running through. Zero surrender insisting she keeps on.

Red hooded cloak, strolling along, Ambushed by wolf, teeth and bone. Vicious hunger in his eyes, Anxiety spikes, and grandma’s disguised. Get out, get away, heart thumping fast, Escape the fate, run right past.

Gone Heavy heart One moment Silence Tangible absence