Mind over matter,
no longer, let the world
break your bones, shatter.
A new mind emerges.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Mind over matter,
no longer, let the world
break your bones, shatter.
A new mind emerges.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina