"My path is made of poetry and music, characterized by rowdiness and sunflowers, and given life by everyone I have met along the way in this process … - Joy Harjo

It's like this, living is like a diamond or how they cut really fine stones. There are not just two sides but there are so many and they all make up a whole.

Oh, you have choked me, but I gave you the leash.
You have gutted me, but I gave you the knife.
You have devoured me, but I laid myself across the fire.

I take myself back, fear.
You are not my shadow any longer,
I won't hold you in my hands.
You can't live in my eyes, my ears, my voice, my belly, or in my heart my heart
my heart my heart

But come here, fear
I am alive and you are so afraid
of dying.

The most powerful poetry is birthed through cracks in history, through what is broken and unseen.