Amber Mercer


Writing

My Water Window

Finally floating… / This will be my baptism / I will dive through my water window

Special

Does the sun really belong in the heavens? / or in a dark sealed box labelled “SPECIAL” ?

The Freedom to Fly

Leaving powder patterns on the glass, / pink and white feathers in the air, / and wet rivers on my cheeks.

Is this how God?

I will let the sun set behind my terrain. / Hopfully to wake with sweeping meadows in the morning.

My Struggle With ME!

I am lost in a world which never found me Falling from a sky that never held me and drowning in a sea too shallow to consume me.

A Visable Struggle

Sometimes our roots which are supposed to hold us firmly in place, / dont have the power to hold us down. / We pull, twist and tug, / looking for a way free…. / to the point where our roots ar…

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