There is a beauty in letting go of toxic people, vibes and, energy
A catharsis in freeing yourself from the gnashes of their fangs
Piercing into the peace of your soul
Past the flesh, a deeper destruction
Blood leaking out of every orifice
til you’re nothin more than skin & bones
Yes. There’s a peace in letting that go.
Because the body will heal, the soul will repair,
The hurt will no longer be there
And you will grow from the energy they’ve sown
But their toxins poison them !
Your freckles mirror spots in time.
Growing up I called them dots
Unsure of their meaning, seemingly innocuous
But being older I see the same dots on me
Tickling my skin, imagination
Wonders of where they began.
Whenever we stand side by side I see myself in you
In the dots
I see my grandma, her warts, her spots.
You try to hide warts with make up that’s dark.
A cheetah without spots is a mere cat
You without your identifiers, undone.
Lost is our familial lineage
The unique identity in one mark.
Warts grow, expand,
unplanned.
They attributed Edith May’s to cancer
She says; “my God made me this way”
Warts maturing as the mind does
As the heart grows
As do your wings
angel.
