Category: Poetry

  • Stillroot

    Stillroot

    Mariah

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    I forgot how to rest.How to lay my bones against the earthwithout apology.Without the ache of always becoming. The world told me to move.To build before I’ve breathed,to speak before I’ve listened,to bloom before I’ve rooted. But I am learning the sacred hush.The holy quietof a spine returning to its weight.Of shoulders unclenchinglike petals folding… Read more

  • The Seed in the Spine

    The Seed in the Spine

    Mariah

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    A pinecone grew where silence slept, tucked in the cradle of my mind, not buried, but waiting, its scales sealed with ancient breath. Beneath it, a ladder unfurled, thirty-three rungs of forgetting, each one humming with the weight of things I once believed I was. I climbed with trembling hands, the soles of my feet… Read more