The Healing
I took off my insecurities
and made love to my pain
I set the heaven on the fire
The ashes of the fore mothers
poured down
in the showers of gold
the luminescent rain
that liberates, that heals
and nourishes
The wild flowers
who grows
in the fields
The thorny roses
who blooms
in the dust of roads
Copyright © Manar Kanitemiz | Year Posted 2023
|