☀️SUNREI POETRY☀️

self-protection isn't protective when it's a prison... My cocoon was made of moth-wings, but after enough asteroid-hits I mistook for...

a poem about wearing myself down trying to be someone "more palatable" when I should be building myself up by simply being me Worn down...

a prose piece about shifting our focus away from "doing" to "being" There is no thing (okay, maybe a few) more exacting than simply being...