Outside two sidewalks over, I never see the butterflies across the street star- lighted wing-dancers flopping from tree to tree, and their limbs are delicate as paper is to poetry. 

Poetry for me is a way of releasing my trauma from myself. And I didn’t just want to release myself from trauma, and  burden the world with more problems, seeing the world is already troubled over with aromas, a platitudes of miseries.

I wanted a way to detoxify my soul. And then fill it in with something that satisfies me. Something that provides healing, and in return , heals worlds like me.

Poetry has brought me back off of the edge of so many fallen cliffs. Poetry has given me ways of reflecting inwardly, and seeing myself fiercely, as God would see me. That I am someone, I could love again, a thousand times. And yes, I am someone worth saving. Your ~Poet Krissy Mosley

5 responses

  1. Layla Todd Avatar

    A beautiful poem that speaks to the power of poetry. May the words flow! 🙂

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  2. Maren Avatar

    I see you as the butterfly … your wings as poetry to the paper of this strange online world.

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  3. Tamara Kulish from https://tamarakulish.com/ Avatar
    Tamara Kulish from https://tamarakulish.com/

    Beautifully put! Writing is a balm and a release. It allows us to see ourselves, our progress and shows us where we want to go. Wonderful!

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  4. serendippitysays Avatar

    Love it. God bless you, Krissy!

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