Still, I wonder, here in collapse,
if I should pick the jagged stones
of humility out of my knees,
or let them settle in, pushing
rough edges into my vulnerability.
And if I did, would you see me as divine?
© Nicole Lyons 2017
In Collapse
Still, I wonder, here in collapse,
if I should pick the jagged stones
of humility out of my knees,
or let them settle in, pushing
rough edges into my vulnerability.
And if I did, would you see me as divine?
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
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I'll write as long as my lines live
Definitely divine
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It’s never a good thing, to define who we are, based off of someone else’s beliefs about us…
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Uh, yeah, even if you didn’t
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Transforming goddess’
Eternal divinity
Making sacred
Even humbling stones.
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This is beautiful, Bob
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A poetic question from Nicole
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