Honey Berry Backwoods:
Once it’s packed, tucked and sealed shut
To glossed lips it goes
Exhaled out of my nose
Uplifting my poor soul
My imagination more vivid
My bean bag - sink in it
Not timid
Just thinking
No limit to every creation in the making
This is a vulnerable place
Dimmed and candle lit
My mind is wide awake
If you can hear it
The background drums
The smoke infused lungs
The words of art
The art of words
Won.
I’m not stuck anymore I’m growing, I’m going
Stimulated, motivated.
Practicing talents
Honey Berry Backwoods keep me balanced.