Sabrina Escorcio on Discover Sunday.
I woke to a dream
where cicadas hummed louder
than my mind could speak.
Where the earth cried out
each sin from within its depths,
a spring from past delusion
flowed out of bedrock
as blood through my viens.
I remained there, asleep
with eyes wide open
to never see the sun,
in search for darkest light.
Upon a bed of soil and mulch,
where roots lined my bed
just as the bones of my ribs
encase the truth within its cage.
Sabrina Escorcio
©2017
You can read more of Sabrina’s writing atUna Zingara
Brave & Reckless 
and this, is how you became a part of nature, or allowing nature, to take you over…
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I as going to select a few lines that struck me… found myself highlighting the whole thing. A rich poem to read again and again… Awesome.
Wicked even…
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Thank you so much 😊
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You are very welcome
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A beautiful poem .. I have to read three times to enjoy the buried truth 👏👏
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😘😊
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