On the bridge at midpoint,
My vibrations are awakening receptors
I thought I was lost, between the concrete
I thought I missed my exit
I thought it was too late
But all I had to do
Give into happiness and let it take me
Into my childhood wings and fly
Into the riffs of climbing
Now that we have arrived,
Midnight has two sons
I can see silhouettes gilding
Through the tombs of sorrow’s feast
And I won’t stop to check the time
Hurry chile, cut asunder each blistering bone
Hurry now, day breaks
With thine eyes, might we see,
How to dream,
How to be
© Kristina Neal Mosley
Excerpt from the book Saltwater on My Knees
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About the Author
Kristina Mosley: An Advocate for Women’s rights. Mother of three children, Holding an B.A in Mental Health, from Wilberforce University and Master of Jurisprudence from Widener University School of law, Health law M.J.
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