Submission

Digging a home

In a place I don’t belong.

Pleasant smog ,

Blemished fare,

Unchaperoned thoughts,

Oh the solitude.

This place has dragged me down to my knees,

Digging a home

In a place I don’t belong.

UNTOLD STORY

I remember

I remember how it took a misstep to fall into a whole that was never there

Sand covered face

Mumbled screams

Darkness

Tears being swallowed up by my deceitful mind,

I remember

Putting my head down

And accepting defeat

For reasons still unknown to me,

I remember

How I had to bargain my freedom by folding my stories in a box and throwing it into the river

Just so I don’t end up there again

I remember

My tired eyes about to close on their own

And that was when I knew I had to fight

Fight for the body that didn’t want to be recognized

Fight for the sore mouth

Fight for the aching heart

And a better life,

I remember.

COMPASSION

We’re silently communicating

In a room filled with friends

DEAR VULNERABILITY

Fear of living

Fear of loving

To the world, I’m resilient

But I’m losing myself .

How can I heal,

When I’m running from it?

How can I be free,

When it has me in chains?

How can I embrace it?

Vulnerability.

Wild Dream

To feel without feelings

To lock up before hearing the word broken

To move effortlessly without hearing whispers of insecurity

Is a world I could only dream of.

If a glimpse of this dream is the closest to reality,

Then I’ll take it.

Not in full, but like shards of a broken glass,

I’ll take the pieces slowly.

Besides

I don’t need a full cup of wine,

Just a sip will suffice

To let me know if this dream

Will make me feel whole again.

Grim reality

Surrounded by loved ones

Yet it doesn’t stop me from feeling alone

So

I’m walking around in a guileful suit

Hoping to find peace in all the wrong places

Because the right ones just don’t exist

Numb

I don’t feel it,

The pain from the cuts on my body

I don’t feel it,

The hurt from the curses being thrown at me

No tears

No joy

Just numbness

If this is a healing process,

I don’t want to heal

I want to feel something,

Even if it’ll hurt me

I’ll take it.

I just want to feel

Foreigner

Hurt has become my favorite food,

The taste of happiness is foreign to my tongue.

Perfection

I use words

To paint pictures

So,

When I’m writing

I write with rage,

With passion

And that’s beautiful

Sacrifice

I can’t seem to let go of you even when I know you’re bad for me

Maybe

I need a little bit of hurt

To remind me of when I put a leash on the wild in me

Because with you,

I hide my pain

With you,

I forget

And I don’t want to forget

Because it’s a part of me now.

So,

Do me a favor

Let me go.

I know it’s going to hurt you

But

I care about me

More than I do you.