Of the Stars

Of the stars, we are born;   And to the stars we shall return as dust welcomed home.   © Kindra M. Austin

For the Women I’ve Lost

Nothing scares me. I’ve built my house around those who haunt me. Brick and mortar rises tall—a keep. The older I grow, so does my fortress. Soon, I’ll be left alone to revel in my ghosts in peace. Soon, I’ll be left alone, where I belong. Soon, I’ll be happy in spite of mourning. Soon,