Like messages spoken
Under water, forgiveness
Sounds like broken bubbles
Crashing on ear drums.
Words crack like eggs
Meanings seeping out like
Yolks on the horizon of our
Understanding. As one pops,
I decide to live with my heart
Open, with my palms open,
With out barriers. Taking the
Onslaught of the sun’s rays,
The light that fills me up within
When I feel sorry, when I
Feel whole again.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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