The strength in my moonlit stare
12 April 2024

Frequencies
sounds of revival
whispering
like the trees
They blow within me 
breath of survival

Fingers knit
future to befit
Goddess frame
Twirling dance
body moving in a trance
different yet the same

Sense to bare
my heaving chest’s bloom
cells to groom
with insight
The strength in my moonlit stare
shows recovered sight

Reading of the poem:

Rushana – Snake (Kira Lebedeva)