If a tree falls in the forestNary a soul to witnessDid it make a sound?If that tree was only known dead,Was it ever alive?How unfortunate for LifeHer value dependent Her memory reliantHer impact contingentOn such a fickle ideaTestimonies on her behalf Evidence producedDocumentation time stampedOnly bearing fruit in acceptanceOnly holding meaning if verifiedShe must prove … Continue reading Evidence
Author: Kali Welch
To Him
Some name fateThe decider of love.Others believe happenstanceClaims the blame. Perhaps it's a choice; Our responsibility to make. Whatever it be, did not stop My eyes from drifting. Turning every which wayIn search of my love, my light. In the desperate pursuitOf him. Naivety led me to paths unlit. My love given to beings of … Continue reading To Him
Tolls of a Heart Most Loyal
When a heart is broken, Why doesn't she run?Why must she seek out perpetrators Until granted permission to hurt, Until bestowed validation In accordance with presently felt brokenness?Seeking intimacy with abusers of proximity.Seeking depth of awareness By those willing to tear her apart;Willing to piece together an identityNot belonging to them,Yet submissive to their desires … Continue reading Tolls of a Heart Most Loyal
Lost to Constructs of Worth
What is worth, but a social construct?Created by created, For created;None of whom insightful Of what true cost was due. Flawless design scrutinizedBy meritless and merciless alike.Clay endeavoring pottery;Offendors undertaking The doling of judgment; Offended offering offense;Blind leading the blind.Labels delivering blows unseen;Value found finiteIn the hands of the self righteous.Carvings in earth and societyTo … Continue reading Lost to Constructs of Worth
War & Emotion
From the memory of heavy hope, not the heart I hold today — a remembering of what it feels like to wrestle with hope when it both haunts and holds you. Face to face with hope. Lacking discernment of realistic ideologies,Or shadow stains of dreams long passed. Weariness burying positive mentalities;My soul, my personality.Whilst my … Continue reading War & Emotion
Divine Movement
A transformation of winds,A turning of tides.The gong of cymbalsBidding bittersweet goodbyes.Seasons expandingInto more than before.Each quarterly place Encasing hospitable lore.Yet, with fresh birthed comfortLies a death to old.A fluctuation of spiritMeeting movement in bold. Where comfort was warm,There also lied contentment.A path well worn Grows flowers only limited.With newness comes release,And novelty, expectation.The fondness … Continue reading Divine Movement
The Truth Unspoken
You never said goodbye...Truth be told, you were never good with words.Or perhaps your speech was a talent you perfected And I was simply the audienceIn awe of your performance.Either way,My eyes learned to listen to your actionsMore than my ears did your vows.And yet, even as I felt you slipping away,Piece by obvious piece,I … Continue reading The Truth Unspoken
A Room Unlocked
The windows are dusty here.Nothing touched for ages.A place forgotten in the Hustle and bustle of life.A room locked awayIn hopes of surviving Long enough to see it again.Walls built to protect.To hold my peace, my joy. Keeping it safe for a Time worthy of their presence.None the wiser that the Sanctuary I createdWould be … Continue reading A Room Unlocked
Ink Without War
Sometimes I just need to write with no meaning. Just let words be words Instead of drowning in undercurrents of emotions.Not all wars are won with blood red ink staining the page. Sometimes the greatest victory Is simply creating with no purpose at all. Solely enjoying the process for what it is, A realignment with … Continue reading Ink Without War
The Day I Laughed Instead of Cried
I’m learning that sometimes laughter isn’t the absence of pain—it’s the refusal to be swallowed by it. Weeks on daysHours on minutesSeconds add upI’ve reached my limitWhat does one do,When faced with a storm?Does one hide or cry?Does one lay on the floor?One does what one must.Some fight, some scream.Some lose their sanity,Some throw away … Continue reading The Day I Laughed Instead of Cried
Gracefully Broken 