Poetry

Morning

By November 4, 2018 November 5th, 2018 One Comment

I wrote you a letter
that on any other morning you
would read
When the Kettle goes off in a
screeching hot moment
I am expecting to unravel
tile feels cold like shards
under my toes
I bring you joy in a cup
and the creases on your face seem
deeper than they did yesterday
As the darkness of closed eyelids
shadows over you in
An abundant dance
light peeks in from the blinds and it stops
The deadliest thing all men should fear
Is the day breath becomes silent
Becomes silent
this woman still has words to say

Featured Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

Fiera Michelle

Fiera Michelle

Believer, artist and author, purveyor of The Word, advocate for change in the world, and buttery popcorn lover–my hope is to help your spirit soar and bring us all together through the unfiltered power of art.

One Comment

  • Nate Ryan Smith says:

    This makes me feel incredibly special. The imagery it conveys is off the charts. 🙂 Such observation and insight. <3

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