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Dear sky/ I heard your utterances of the night
like God, herself came and choke out all the evil on my street. It was clean bolts, pounding, and the wreckage was just what we needed to keep the peace around here. – Krissy Mosley -
I came here, ready to write the day away.
I stubbed my toe against a corner closet-step.
I warmed my coffee pot instead.
Flopping down to the chair that needed me, like everything else in the room:
the children crying,my plants are dying,the cold called me too.
I grabbed my socks put them on,fed the babies with tiny spoons.
Sipped my mocha piping hot and then I could not write.
Ah-ey,there goes my day.
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Dear Sky/ seems like falling down is not an option for you either.
Now look/ we gone/
find ways in ourselves we never thought-
we knew were possible.
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Check out this wonderful Poet – Happy Sunday, May this day be filled with joy…
In earnest, we search for ourselves seeing fleeting slivers of ourselves Something so profound can have us falling to our knees in submission, with the words “enough” or “more”; all incumbent upon …
Source: Searching
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Krissy Mosley ©2017
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To my daughters, take the time to cry and be strong. When you have shed your tears, lock the doors and give your spirit permission to speak. The portal of stillness will motivate our bodies to find its life force. -Kristina Neal Mosley 2017
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