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Tahana Kinch Nov 2015
planting my feet in this continents edge
this beating, I feel the earth moving beneath me
I lean my head back, prayers for the wind to keep me balance
only one direction is safe, away from the sand pounding on to my cheeks
Sinking, I'm going deeper into the ground
Melting, my heart feels the stories, the loss
Love, she slams her sadness into my body
its just enough, anymore and I'd be falling
I let go, running, tears following me
Dive, straight into her crazed arms
flipping, spinning I cant find the floor
my strings of white cotton leave me
I remember the warmth and the sunlight shining down to me
My family, their eyes, the smell of a campfire
I close my eyes and wait, but she lets me stand
Almost too late, I run away
staring at her calmness once i grasped my heart
I wondered where that was when I leaped to her
on the surface she's gathered, still, collected
beneath, though, well you'd have to see to believe.
Tahana Kinch Nov 2015
When I was a child, I'd cry to my pages
as they turned with dripping ink I felt relived
behind the paralyzed smile and inner rage
my words caught fire, no one believed
Alone, maybe not- known, never.
It was easy, just as nod and wave
I could not make a gesture any better
These pages kept me, I wont cave.
The words became too heavy for the paper to hold
The bind wasnt strong enough to keep them in place
The pen became dimmer, scratchy, everyday
I found a place, a place i thought to stay
Seasons passed, my soundtrack changed
My skin got darker, my hair lighter, eyes brighter
He saw the life in them, that was.
He took them, blinded them, she felt safe
As this time has passed, i see the light shining through-
dancing out of the cracks, streaming from his cold
callussed hands, the grip tightens, as i levitate
I dont see me, i dont see my aging, it is warm and full of grace
Until then ill turn to my pages, my solitude, my savior.
My story, my wisdom and strength, can be found in the ink
My ink, dripping down the pages
Tahana Kinch Nov 2015
The winter rolls in
Unexpected, as these changes
I may have too much of that
That of what hurts us the most

Unattached , driven away
I see nothing behind me
Dust, cloud too thick to know
The sharp sting of awakening
She raises my arms

A journey, a flight of thick air
I think you know, chaos
My heart raises,I see truth
Blood is throbbing,this rush

There's a stutter In my stride
Pausing waiting praying
We can't stop from caving
These drums pound my chest

A melody brings us to life
It fades as we do, the same
Mist falls on your face
An exchange of a wish

Do you think I can't tell.

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