EMPTYING

A spoken word piece I wrote from a prompt my therapist gave me. In order to fill with anything new, you must empty what is not serving you.

Here I am, God.
I need you, Mama.
GOD, I’M HERE, don’t you hear me cry out for you?

The story begins with wails and kicks, sobs and tears.
Little baby giggles and thousands upon thousands of hours spent skin to skin with one miracle human body and another.
The Creator and The Createe.
It’s almost like looking up at the night sky
Time and space bending tog…