November 19th
I used to still in the midst of chaos
assuming still things best
when after birth the rain is too much
to grasp. Till Mama finds me stagnant.
She cries, “Still water is a dying current.
Movement is life. Water, like you,
must keep moving to stay alive.”
I used to still in the midst of chaos
assuming still things best
when after birth the rain is too much
to grasp. Till Mama finds me stagnant.
She cries, “Still water is a dying current.
Movement is life. Water, like you,
must keep moving to stay alive.”