WILLOW

grieve those times

of divine pain

to cherish

these times of

terrible joy.

/kritika.

TRACES

a distant fragrance
reignites the losing battle
i fought everyday.

marred and dejected,
i let arrant misery win
over and again.

now i summon
the self and its worth,
steadily switching gears.

the body remembers
the shattering angst that
enveloped it.

gently, the “love” claws
its way out and
calm takes charge.

bidding farewell
to a ruined self that
allowed destruction.

while embracing
with arms open wide
blessed, virginal joy.

/kritika.