Sometimes the scared little girl inside me screams so loud
I believe it will break the enclosure.
Sometimes the brave spirit inside me breathes in so deep
I am convinced it is the end.
Cowering in the margins of this frail frame,
Vulnerable and easily broken
I wait, waiting for the bad news as it once came
Years of my youth stripped, chipping the paint away
Leaving this portrait looking like
a midnight without a moon,
the tides falling flat, fading fast.
But the bloated carcass of a once decrepit cage
Blossoms into a work of art, finally breathing
Colors blooming so tangible you can touch them
Gleaming with radiance off the canvas like melting sunshine
Making sure that what was once will never be again
Sometimes I look for that scared little girl inside me
Sometimes I need her presence to feel okay
Most of the time, I let her flee
However, keep her memories
Lest I ever forget the fact that
she was once at the foreground of this reflection of me.
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Of Midnight's Longing
Poesíadeep thoughts surfacing, bubbling over. flesh will be burned, the peaceful oozing of chaotic thoughts. Hey guys! this is my first poetry book and actually the first book i've ever published EVER in general lol but i just wanted to say that if any...
