Knitting My Soul

Knitting My Soul is a collection of poems about the human experiences that have made me bend back into myself to find love, joy and peace in this time-space reality. These are poems that talk about the toll of the journey of a soul but more so, the joy on the other side that screams, behold!

These poems are for your soul, and though they pass through the ears, the brain is not the goal. Read them with a quiet nod, not for the sake of loud posts on social media. They will dig a hole, but you will have to do the digging all through. And then with the torch you find, shine that light till your body says, oh no! She/he has found another home.

At that point, realize this; nothing has been found. You had it all along.



Were I a vase

My heart would go to the rose

It smells so great

But to behold it means loss

Were I regret

I would fashion myself like a fresh rose

Where once smelt

You feel what you need to feel then let me go.

Were I trouble

I'd be hell

Dreaming about and not living in heaven.

I'm rocked in the cradle of love of the here and now

Not the past that could have been.

I'm swinging and it's freeing

This mother is my joy

This all-living

All-alive feeling is filling.

I am not the vase

I am not the rose

Neither am I the water.

I am the pouring act

The filling up

The act of life

And then

I am the sustenance of the plant

The breath of in and out

The process of life itself.

Of course I'm not the lungs or the air

But the feeling of freshness in the spirit

The sweet release of endorphins.

I am a version of a vision of myself

And since I am the director and student

I can bend the rules as I please.

I am no longer trying to break free from anything

I am falling and laughing.

I find it hard

to be me

but I can't find the guts

to leave me

so I have to be me

if it kills me

all while hoping

killing me won't be it

even if life makes a meal out of me.