Losing you
Losing you
is slow and steady
Deep
Aching
Drawing out all the things
I never
Said
Losing you
Made me find myself
Make promises
I never kept
Your lost freedom
Is mine to claim
If
I
Am
Brave
I heal
To heal
You
And you
And you
I reclaim
All the parts of me
That you never could
My choices
Heal your choices
Losing you
Is making me find myself
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all