Words, muttering towards a shamble, Beaten down, surrounded by bramble, Treading through the weeds and muck, Thorns scratching, gouging, and still no luck, Every so often a clearing begins to speak, I tread lightly, see the sun, and begin to think.
Tag: Words
My Slab My adore
It’s been so long since we met I have waited a lifetime beset I tried to hold it open for you I know not what happened to I fashion this slab, meant to door I know now, what I must adore I see what matters most to me I have and always will, forever be…
Fears So Strong
Some fears are so strong, to doubt them feels wrong. Sometimes to let go of a lie, A part of ourself must die. The soul begs the mind, the mind begs the body. A suicide of sorts, a choice to die, or be who ever I want. Nothing quite quiets the mind.
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