Above the Clouds

I am the one they call the resurrection My blood One with the phoenix In my bones Ashes have burned like fire From the beginning of time Until the end Always have I risen Always shall I rise Come what may Come what not Always Will I rise again. © Nicoletta   If this poem…

Adam’s Story

A cramp, A kick in the joint Pulsating sweat. A twitch, Adam felt the hit In his limb. Like an earthquake Trembling beneath the soles of his feet, Loss of balance gave him a skip in his step. Infantility needing to quickly mature. A soon to be mother, Birthing his first born daughter of earth….