Joy
A nonet poem
Aug 9, 2022
I sculpted, molded, crafted, and carved.
This deep existence is handmade.
I stitched this limitless hope,
embroidered this self-love.
I quilted my dreams
into my nerves.
Now I am
weaving
joy.
I sculpted, molded, crafted, and carved.
This deep existence is handmade.
I stitched this limitless hope,
embroidered this self-love.
I quilted my dreams
into my nerves.
Now I am
weaving
joy.
I'm just a speck in the universe mommying, reading, writing poems-stories-songs, singing, making playlists, and working 9-5.