Poetry

[Shemaya]

and her heart broke

earth rising
in waves of sand and stone
this is the cost of
taking too long
of not changing when you had the chance
of not being better people.

is this what you think?
is this what you really think I think?

dearest ones….

my body is folding, shifting, moving and churning constantly,
as is yours.
that is the truth.

I love you endlessly
that is the truth.

now, the question becomes…
are you willing to believe the truth?
will you feel my love?
will you love me back?
will you ever love yourselves as I love you?

dearest ones….

your pain is as solid as my mountains
it does not need to be, you know.
it does not need to be…


Tracie Nichols, MA