When a heart is broken, Why doesn't she run?Why must she seek out perpetrators Until granted permission to hurt, Until bestowed validation In accordance with presently felt brokenness?Seeking intimacy with abusers of proximity.Seeking depth of awareness By those willing to tear her apart;Willing to piece together an identityNot belonging to them,Yet submissive to their desires … Continue reading Tolls of a Heart Most Loyal
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Lost to Constructs of Worth
What is worth, but a social construct?Created by created, For created;None of whom insightful Of what true cost was due. Flawless design scrutinizedBy meritless and merciless alike.Clay endeavoring pottery;Offendors undertaking The doling of judgment; Offended offering offense;Blind leading the blind.Labels delivering blows unseen;Value found finiteIn the hands of the self righteous.Carvings in earth and societyTo … Continue reading Lost to Constructs of Worth
War & Emotion
From the memory of heavy hope, not the heart I hold today — a remembering of what it feels like to wrestle with hope when it both haunts and holds you. Face to face with hope. Lacking discernment of realistic ideologies,Or shadow stains of dreams long passed. Weariness burying positive mentalities;My soul, my personality.Whilst my … Continue reading War & Emotion
Ink Without War
Sometimes I just need to write with no meaning. Just let words be words Instead of drowning in undercurrents of emotions.Not all wars are won with blood red ink staining the page. Sometimes the greatest victory Is simply creating with no purpose at all. Solely enjoying the process for what it is, A realignment with … Continue reading Ink Without War
Maybe So…
Hope doesn't always shout. Sometimes, it just stays. I remember when my world crumbled. I remember it wasn’t all at once. It was a slow breaking. One crack, then another, until it was one too many. My heart, my soul shattered in a million pieces. Each shard sharper than the next. Too dangerous to even … Continue reading Maybe So…
No. 1
A return from silence. A whisper toward home. Dear God, Hello again. It’s been a while. One minute I was walking with you and the next I had turned myself in so many circles I didn’t know which way was straight anymore. I walked away from you unintentionally, but I stayed in the little home … Continue reading No. 1
Under My Skin
Recently, I’ve noticed that I hold onto chaos like a lifeline. Breathing in its energy and letting it fuel me into survival. I use it like a drug. Each hit I take draws me deeper into its strangling hold, gasping for freedom and breath… and yet, simultaneously gives me what I need to make it … Continue reading Under My Skin
Gracefully Broken 