Balming the Wound
SANTOSH.....AUM.
Words are a scary thing. There are so many uses for them. They can be weapons, they can be gifts, they can be walls. We take them to lightly, we take them to seriously, and we at times, take them for granted. We roll our eyes are pretension “words are my salvation”, but to some, sometime, they very well could be.
Poetry is for me a way for myself to figure out what i’m trying to say. It takes the stutter out of my mouth, it takes the fear out of my heart and it takes the filler from the meaning, dilutes it into a voice.
My true voice.
What keeps you going?
Yoga.
True.:)




