Poetry by Vanisha’Bella ~ I wrote this poem 5 years after my family passed and I came to see and understand about death, passing in, through, and over. When those who are near and dear to us, the heaviness we feel,
is when the spirit of our loved one who passed, passes into us. Leaving all their wisdom, strength, power, glory, and love. After receiving, their spirit passes over. 🙏🏼enjoy
🌬oh, Mind You
0h mind you I’ve traveled afar From a place, I can recall, Yet seems, unattainable, Unretainable. The thought of merely thinking Of thinking to think, such a Journey leaves bold men the Weaker, and the super less the Hero. So far back on roads traveled While eyes masked tight shut, That the only way of recalling, Is to walk through the gut. The sour taste stains the roof Of my mouth, the stench Of death rotting, I am dead let me out. Continue reading “🌬oh, Mind You”
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