we search for ‘home’

never planning to stay put.

re-living ancient trauma’s

that are written in stone


our minds and beliefs

are not our own.

Yet, we abide by them

as if it is what we are made of.


but we are more

than generational trauma,

pain, and un-healed wounds.

we are ever-changing, ever-growing–




This quarantine has been a gift. A lot of my beliefs aren’t my own, they are things I’ve been taught/conditioned to believe. I am redefining what “living” is to me. Things are about to get really exciting!




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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.