I'M TIRED
OF SCREAMING YOUR NAME
INTO THE HEAVENS
TRYING TO LET GO
ONLY FOR IT TO BE ECHOED BACK TO ME, MOCKING AND GIGGLING
HOW CAN I LET YOU GO WHEN YOU RUN THROUGH MY VEINS?
YOU'RE IN MY LUNGS
EVERY TIME I BREATHE OUT
I BREATHE YOU BACK IN
THEY SAY YOU BLEED
TO KNOW YOUR ALIVE
BUT WHEN I BLEED
IT'S ALWAYS BECAUSE OF YOU
I'M ALWAYS REMINDED OF YOU
WITH EVERY CRIMSON DROP
HOW CAN I BE STRONG
WHEN YOU'RE CONSTANTLY
PULLING ME DOWN
A CUFF AROUND MY ANKLE
I HAVE DRIFTED OUT TO SEA
YOU'RE THE SHARK
WAITING
PROWLING
I HAVE THE STRENGTH TO PADDLE ASHORE
BUT HOW CAN WHEN THE CONSTANT FEAR OF YOU
CIRCLING
AGAIN
AND
AGAIN
AROUND
AND
AROUND
MY THROAT IS BURNING
FROM SCREAMING YOUR NAME
AND MY BONES ACHE
I CUT YOU OFF
BUT WHY DOES IT STILL BURN?
YOU ARE READING
Soft
Poésie"To be soft is to be powerful." - Rupi Kaur For the boys who are told they can't show emotions For the girls who are called weak because of their skin For those who can't find the power within themselves or are unable to unsheathe it.
