Creator, Performer, Teacher

Floating Words

Poetry from the core of me.

Sculpt

Trace my lines

And draw my curves

Paint my eyes

Sketch my nerve

Sculpt the sinews of my flesh

And mold the life

That I want back

The one that shattered

When I lost my mind

The one you gathered

Into a collage

A mosaic that you built

With those bits of me

Adding some of you

Crafting something better

Than our one plus one to two

A sum of all our parts

That added up to more

Than the broken shell of me

And the golden light of you

KJ BellComment