My sister's and I?
We are a mess.
They are the ever-changing walls to the labyrinth inside of my chest.
And when they beat me they beat life into these bones to last
Another day
Another week
Another year?
My sisters are the princesses of the elements.
Each possessing the power to change the world, but instead choosing not to.
We choose to lie down to brick layers and railroad tracks.
We hold ourselves and our voices back.
The bite to these words is to much to hold sometimes, and then
Only then
Can we explore our own minds.
In the overflow of the process there's no progress on these lines.
We are still at step one
Standing behind the starting line.
We don't beat ourselves into place
We beat eachother into shape.
Our love is scarred and bruised and hurt
But I still know, they would pick me up from the dirt.
Even when we're battered
We're not broken
YOU ARE READING
Delinquents
PoetryWhat's our story? We are just a group of Delinquents that no one expects to do well. In reality, the only 'trouble' we get into will probably get us laughed at and encouraged than into any actual trouble.
