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KASIA KOWALSKA

YOUR
HEALING
ARTS

Welcome to Textures of My World

This space holds poems, reflections, songs, and fragments gathered over many years—some written recently, others rediscovered in old notebooks. Together, they form the textures of my world: moments of joy, grief, wonder, love, change, motherhood, healing, and becoming who I am today. All of those pieces helped me make sense of life and its many seasons. If something here resonates with you, I hope you find a piece of your own story reflected in these words.

Image by Kelsy Gagnebin

I call it The Textures of My World because texture is my first language. I experience life through touch, sensation, atmosphere, and felt experience before I understand it through words.

These words are my attempt to translate those textures into language.

Image by Bacila Vlad

Prayer

Dear me,

I just saw you in the bathroom mirror

And I cried

Are you still sitting at that chair

Wearing eight year-old words around your neck..

Image by Harsh Gupta

My Beautiful Boy

My beautiful boy

Will he ever know

What happened to my life

When he arrived to this world?

His fingers,

His toes,

His ears,

And his nose

Perfection isn’t even the right word

Image by Raphael Renter | @raphi_rawr

Changing Skin

The flowers turned petals into fists

Add colour be bright

Be bold

Have more fun

Image by Liz Vo

Not Hard Goodbye

Your cup, lost book , one sock

All rest in peace

In that one last box

I wrap pink ribbon over this award

Sender unknown

Never return

Picture frame stands proud

And empty

Memories and pain

In flames

Smoke softly

Carries the remains

Image by Eugenia Maximova

black holes

It’s dark, it’s sticky

It’s my first skin

Black holes are closer

Than scientist claim

Image by Tapish

An Assault On My Body

One hand holds peace sign

The other my top

Protesting for humans

But only for some

His face on the posters

Across the town

I only wonder

How many other girls

Weren’t fast enough?

To run..

You sick fuck.

Kasia Kowalska

Image by Anthony Sebbo

Wolf A.K

He thought that God played a trick on him

Molding his body

So solid and big

But when it came to fitting the heart

No other body could hold that art

Image by Vitolda Klein

Remember?

Did you renew your water gun license?

Did you walk backwards and jump from excitement?

Image by Tetiana Padurets

Meeting God

I drink this bliss

The gift from The Mother

I take handfuls of Grace

And fill my pockets

Image by Tanya Trukyr

Christmas Cards

Trying to understand to grasp

Clinging to hope, forcing the trust

Everything turns into black and white

Image by Alex Turcu

Pearl

Now you sit here

So

Pearl like

Solid

Royal and

Full of beauty

Some of the poems I turned into songs.

You can find them here:

Enjoy!

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