The needs roll in like sets, waist to head high. I meet the storm like a seasoned diver of these familiar waters, rough and relentless. The rhythm of forgiveness is just a slow process of acceptance. That this fear is not as important as simply being present. Isn't all life ultimately what's perceived versus what is real? So what is racked with the cresting fears? I smile at the oncoming that's about to break. It's okay. It's just another death of mine
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 1:26
I know it's a bit horse, but I think it actually worked with this piece because of that rasping and kind of searching energy in the words. Give me all the feels, aria
Arya Sunyata
@theheartdrive · 3:57
It's visual when I, when I live it and then I just close my eyes and it just pours through me. You know, I don't I don't can't say I put a lot of effort into writing it. The effort is really in the living it and the poetry itself is like the ash that stays once the whole thing is burned. I like what you noted about the resignation of effort. You get it. That's really so much of what it comes down to