raindrops

her body is not an island
it is not her burden to bear.
lift it from your shoulders, child.

rest.

lay your head on my chest and
breathe
out the heaviness.

even the lightest thoughts,
the most fleeting,
can collect like rainwater over weeks
of a single monsoon season.

pour them out.
loving let them go.
maybe it will rain again.

water will return in the form that it’s meant to.

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I wrote this during an Embodied Poetics workshop facilitated by patron saint, Aimee Cox, inspired by a passage she read by Alexis Pauline Gumbs “Only Water and Love”. During the workshop, I had a collab moment with m’lady Cronk and this was the outcome from my poem (above) and the one she wrote:

flow with the waves of your spirit

water will take on the form that it’s meant to.