Can we return back to fall, or can it come very soon?
This heat is deadly — it’s suffocating and drenching…
I’m sweating and stumbling;
I am searching and wondering.
It is like a desert; and I’m searching on concrete floors for roses like me;
Surviving death, and darkness, just isn’t that easy.
I am one of a kind, and this heat is dying my pedals to a crisp.
I have crystals on my wrist, sacred crystals that are mixed…
That enhance and protect my spirit…
My mind did not parish, but I have become enlightened and blessed.
I feel embarrassed for my vulnerability, but still – I am just misunderstood and a little self-conscious.
Maybe a few months from now, it’ll all change.
This summer heat leaves me drained.
Red wine stains my brain with hope.
Yet, I feel like I am at the surface again, with trauma mixed with unbelief.
Writing this poetry does more for me, than you can possibly believe.
