Darkness to Light

Gathering mountains of words in this silence I would speak aloud but my lips do not move. Eyes gazing out into the night, the darkness just as radiant as what I hold inside my chest. My place, the night, with the creatures comfortable in the shadows. I am She, Sheba, and she slowly slinks through…

Lightning Crashes

I feel so much resistance to this blank page recently and find every excuse to avoid the work. Perhaps I fear the vulnerability, because I know once I am placed here, whatever is meant to flow from me will come – and sometimes, the truth is hard to acknowledge let alone depict with words. Alas,…