*
my gorgeous shell
is broken
in spite of all my care
attention
in spite of people’s
praises
.
some dark spots
where
found inside spreading
they cut me
to pull all of them out
saw me back
.
I still hurt where they
broke me
I lost that harmonic beauty
I need to heal
time is what I paid all of this for
to have more
.
.
*
right in the middle
someone turned off
—— my light
.
since I have this feeling
.
of disconnect
of not getting what’s going on
of abiding dark
.
can you see please
what
I am going through
.
.
*
what if I told you
to send me water
.
as everyone is
busy sending me light
.
may healing come
without parching
in a bath of light
.
as well as sipping
in all the water
.
I need to stand
tall once more
.
*
in silence
is solace
is healing
.
in silence
sleeps comes
taking me places
.
while my healing
is weaved inside
my wounded body
.
silence is planning
my next steps to
warn off the enemy
.
that came inside
as shift as a thief
the cancerous cells
.
annamosca 