#madeofearth

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

they always ask why

why did you leave

give me all the reasons and then they try and tell me

all the reasons I should have changed

to stay

nevermind that I folded and corroded

rusting in my skin 'til you could see the bone

to fit somewhere I didn't belong anymore

believe me, I tried

I've been kneeling my whole life to gods I could never satisfy

shapeshifting

cracking ribs and dislocated limbs

an eye for an eye

but just pulling out mine

all for blood

be less, they said

so I was

but it would never be enough

*I dare you to stay

Watched a movie with the kids tonight where basically, a few people are hell bent on carrying on tradition even though it makes them miserable. And it just made me really happy to be a cycle breaker 🦋 not in either of my books yet but you know where to find them ♥️

update: you can now find this in my third poetry book: made of earth

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

I want you like the earth drinking up the rain in June.

-whereshegrows-

from my third poetry book: made of earth

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

show me the ones who made you feel like you were hard to love and I will show them how well you love me. that we are not broken. merely buried under an endless blue sky that never holds the rain. but I hold yours and you hold mine and that's the kind of love I like.

-where she grows / made of earth-

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

I come from a line of broken women

like broken rivers singing in a broken song

where the water starts to moan

turns to mud

turns to stone

and she is left wandering trying to find her way home

without a map

leaving her feet bloodied and bruised until she gets tired and picks up those stones and instead of finding her way back to the water she turns on her daughter and says

look at what you made me do

look at this blood on my shoes

look at all you took from me

look at this blood on my knees

look at my broken body

look at me

she is thirsty without the water

I come from a line of broken women

like broken rivers singing in a broken song

moaning for the sun to set yet it doesn't and she is lost without her map

because this is a daughter whose mother

never found her way back to the water

and she was left bloodied and bruised

passing these stones to you

but daughter

let me tell you

that life comes even from broken rivers when you open up your chest and let the rain fill it and empty it over and over again

these stones were not meant for your feet or for putting blood on your knees

these stones are your way

back to the water

*whereshegrows*

From my third poetry book, made of earth

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

she is swallowing your lies with her mariposa smile

knowing that lies only last so long before the truth is given wings

before the others see your tongue covered in blood from the ones you

chewed up and spit out to line your golden-colored streets

and if looks could kill you softly

well

she'd take you from the knees

🦋

Not in either of my books but you can find them here whereshegrows.com

update - you can find this in my third poetry book, made of earth

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

i step into the rain rinse like I can peel the depression from my skin

-whereshegrows-

from my third poetry book: made of earth

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

from my third poetry book, made of earth

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

I come from a line of broken women

like broken rivers singing in a broken song

where the water starts to moan

turns to mud

turns to stone

and she is left wandering trying to find her way home

without a map

leaving her feet bloodied and bruised

until she gets tired and picks up those stones

and instead of finding her way back to the water

she turns on her daughter and says

look at what you made me do

look at this blood on my shoes

look at all you took from me

look at this blood on my knees

look at my broken body

look at me

she is thirsty without the water

I come from a line of broken women

like broken rivers singing in a broken song

moaning for the sun to set

yet it doesn't and she is lost without her map

because this is a daughter whose mother

never found her way back to the water

and she was left bloodied and bruised

passing these stones

to you

but daughter

let me tell you

that life comes even from broken rivers when you open up your chest and let the rain fill it and empty it over and over again

these stones were not meant for your feet

or for putting blood on your knees

these stones are your way

back to the water

#thingsalishawrote #madeofearth #breakingcycles