FIGHTING
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(Poem)

This feeling
Most tender but not in pain
Not numb, or bruised
But deep
Strung with every fiber of my chest, neck
My forehead waits
I nuzzle the moments
I wait

This feeling
Like a womb
Missing and longing to belong
Yet safe
Wrapped in every right
Believing every instinct
Desire is the music
Filling every part of my space

I don’t hurt
I don’t bite or move
I only pray
And I can’t tell if you’re inside or out
But I hear you
And you guide me to squirm in my own knowing
Because it’s right and true
And it’s something of grace

This feeling
Something natural
And if it had a color, it would be red
And how is it that something can be both
Singular and bound
Suffocating and open
Alive and dead

Chrysalis







 
(Song)

Katie Berns (she/her) is a multidisciplinary artist utilizing photography, video and graphic design.

She is a freelance photographer and graphic designer, specializing in low-light digital photography for musicians. She is also a behavior therapist working one-on-one with people with ASD and developmental delays. 

Berns has a BA in Art from San Diego State University, School of Art and Design with a focus in Multimedia Art.


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