She told herself
it'd be perfect this time.
She'd
be perfect this time.
But she was confident
That once she looked back
There was bound to be a flaw
In the piece that
She had just delivered
To the universe.
Each word curled off her tongue
And danced into the atmosphere
And she prayed
In her heart
That they would crawl into their
Rightful space.
And as each word waltzed
into their place,
Her mind stuttered
and then collapsed
As her heart took charge.
It steered her words,
each connected from her past
And the spoken song
Had come to life
Each word empowered from the ancient scars of her knife
Breathing electricity
Into each young spirit
The blood in their veins pumped hope
once they had heard it.
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»scatter-minded«
Şiirwe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
