By Erica Schlaefer
Blended words and blended beats
My heart’s concave it needs release
Empty cells nestled near
Absence stirs the mood of fear
The body yearns to seal its fate
And awaits its chance to create
Somewhere lost I might not gain
I’ll nuzzle through despair and pain
about the poet.
Erica is the President/Founder of Parenthood for Me. She blogs at Parenthood for Me.