NaPoWriMo #23
from the mouths of
babes
will blessings continuously
f l o w
notice how a child
watches you, they observe
absorb–become a shadowed
f o l l o w e r
on your journey
the yellow brick road
is their golden orb
but they’d happily share
it with you
that’s the power of
selflessness— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 23, 2020
NaPoWriMo #22
I hear the cars creep by
the silent hum of the street
with each engine
plowing its pathway
to wherever
the dog switches
p o s i t i o n s
she must be dreaming
of someplace other than here–
other than our reality
I know I am.#Poetry #NaPoWriMo #Life #Pandemic #Writing #Dogs
— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 22, 2020
NaPoWriMo #21
a 10-hour work day ahead
of me, I press myself against
the world, “Will I succeed in
doing my best today?”
the birds still
have something to sing
about, they’re good at
showing gratitude
while I fight myself
for sleeping with fear
and waking up to
sadness. I long to
live again.— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 21, 2020
NaPoWriMo #20
we didn’t the beat the rain
it falls like shattered pieces
of human souls struggling to
get their lives in order
I fear trying to protect us from
that kind of downpour
maybe we’ll come out
unscathed or maybe we’ll
be drenched with so much
pain that our hearts
expand two sizes.— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 20, 2020
This morning, I allowed myself more time to simply rest in bed after opening my eyes. I did not peel myself away from the comfort of my pillowtop until well after 8 am. This resulted in me trying to walk Jernee in a massive downpour as the rains decided to shower down in sheets on us. But, I never felt more alive than I do right now. Peace.
NaPoWriMo #19
It’s almost May
my worst rejection
batted me down 2 years ago
life can build you
up or break you in 1/2
I choose to be whole
I can’t live in pieces
the sanctity of lust
the acceptance of love
& the depth of a broken heart
will pummel a shoddy ego
I am stronger now
thank you— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 19, 2020
NaPoWriMo #17
sleep doesn’t hold me close
this morning, it left me
hours ago–
waning in the mystic light
hovering over the flutter of
birds’ flight
I remind myself that
work of a different kind beckons
& rest will drape me in its
hold when the day
becomes lifeless & old.— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 17, 2020
A Cornered Gurl 
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