Voice Whisperer, in process
by Charlotte Nuessle
I know huge rocks came out of the soil
Of my heart
You knew them
You worked at loving them, tending them
Teaching me they were loveable
A new flower bloomed in my heart
you died and
I have no idea how that happens
How huge rocks get moved
soil is made
Out of hard work and endless grace
tending grief
Brought a new thing of beauty alive in me
Being seen whether or not I fit into what others think they see
speaking, writing, being in this world
As myself now
I have no idea how that happens
A new flower bloomed.
– Charlotte Nuessle, 4/7/28
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