“Harden your heart, girl! Don’t you dare cry,Dodge, duck, slip! Get up, get ready”-Every morning I woke up,Ready to be punched and not evade. Every night, I was black and blue,I nursed my wounds with silent tears.One day anger came… Continue Reading →
My heart got scorched in the flame of self loathing,I felt raw and numb all at once.I stood on the edge of the precipice,Fuming in anger, bathed in guilt,Awaiting to carelessly slip out of existence. In the company of ghosts… Continue Reading →
All my crayons are lost,except for the black and grey ones.My easel’s broken, canvas torn,Its the sadness I never felt before.My color blotched hands are peeling skin,Joints aching with the winter wind.All my old paintings, with the memories,Scattered in the… Continue Reading →
(positive reinforcement from a year of therapy, not there yet. Still writing down when my teacher tells me to remember all she said.) Dear child, look at me,Hear my voice,See my person.I come in peace.Let me please,Let me please tell… Continue Reading →
Again I was standing on the rugged shore,Dark cold unforgiving sea lapping my feet,Urging me to wake up from my stuporover and over and over again.Snowbirds flying overhead to the warm shore.Chattering happily, occasionally glancing back at me.I stood still,… Continue Reading →
Since the dawn of my conscious all I ever wanted wasA safe place to belong, to call home,To know the wondrous resonance of merging ofthe two alike souls.A soul to hear the invisible tune in me.To look past my cheery… Continue Reading →
Do you knowI often visit that meadowthat beaten pathThat shore of the riverWhere we used to laugh,used to paint stories,used to build castles in the skywith bricks made of our dreams. Do you rememberThe air was fragrant there,With the perfume… Continue Reading →
If I were to listen to music, Iwould choose the whisper of silenceon a rainy night.I wouldn’t wanna sing, forwords tend to bind my thoughtsin a boundary I fail to escape.I wouldn’t wanna dance, formy heart will be at turmoilwith… Continue Reading →
There is more I can giveThere is more I can create from love and feelings, from knowledge and power of magnificence and brilliance andof outstanding proportion There is so much more I can contributeto the meaningless world,for the normal yet… Continue Reading →
O my heart stand still.I have been on this quest for so long,To find you a place to belong. I searched in the dreams of an adolescent girl,in her favorite books, in melodramatic term.For you, I walked the awkward path,… Continue Reading →
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