Finding Peace
Alone, but resolute, I stand tall, No longer enduring emotional squall. Gone are the pretense, finished are the games, No longer seeking logic amidst torturous flames. No more disdain for my weakest of nightsNo more targeted blame, no more endless fights. Unapologetically me, I claim liberty, No longer shackled by another's authority. Scars and charms, … Continue reading Finally Free
I found it, you know? You had to have known I would. It was there, under your chin Tucked away like an obscure mole. I found it by looking in a mirror. Your eyes staring back at me, Smoldering- I raised your chin, My chin, And found it. The courage you tried to steal. You … Continue reading I Found It
I lie in bed and wonder who I am. “Volatile” rings through my ears, abrasive, rash, unacceptably familiar, it describes me perfectly. Did he know, when he said this, that I described my mother in the same way? Flashbacks of fights I didn’t start, wars I couldn’t win, breathes I couldn’t take. Did he know … Continue reading Volatile
The pricks are nothing to me They sting, sure, every now and then But it is their smell that makes me come for more I love it, and need it as much as the air I breathe The pricks are nothing to me They draw blood, I know But it's their softness that I remember … Continue reading Pricks
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