Bittersweet

life offers me bittersweet herbs
i place them on my tongue
wake my taste buds
 
porcupine in my hands
trembling heartbeat
stirs tenderness
quills bite skin
droplets of my blood
rise to the surface
 
i could weep
from the beauty
i could weep
from the pain
i am fiercely vulnerable

there is thunder
in my heart
lightening in
my soul
i am
a perfect storm

 © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

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