
i try hold on to the small wins
on the worst days.
sometimes, it makes it easier.
other times,
it’s hard to know what exactly
i’m holding
on to
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Ian Dooley

i try hold on to the small wins
on the worst days.
sometimes, it makes it easier.
other times,
it’s hard to know what exactly
i’m holding
on to
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Ian Dooley

We poured it into ourselves
letting it seep
through valves
that would
bleed
into parts
of us
always torn apart.
We poured it into ourselves
letting it
feed
the parts
of us
always hungry for
something more.
Parts
we wanted to make
somewhat whole
;
but torn things are never whole
,
their holes
are left
bleeding
seeping
and gaping.
left
unfilled
and
pouring out.
seeking something more.
when all they ever needed
was healing.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Hisu lee
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Heal

my heart
tends to
blur the
wrongs in
the things
i begin
to miss
– manicured
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Eric Ward