Krissy Mosley Ministries

My deepest desire, to sit inside 

a single teardrop, to know the deepest thing from tears

manna from heaven, to fall inside,

witness the chime and bell. A tall tale of woes,

 mewling, cooing, bursting little things

 have you ever cried over a box of chocolates 

have you ever put your best foot forward, 

have you ever had a silent scream,

ball up inside fetus position,   

returned -incarnations,- it be-

 rain from my own soul, nana’s scent, 

mascara running, leading a midnight of

stars, tangent pearls of rivers streaming

right in my own front yard. And just when you thought 

you were finished, an army of one, made you surrender, wave the 

white flag, shimmed you- upside down, say its’ name, 

I’m crying, and I’m proud.

Poet Krissy Mosley