I thought I was invincible
but the daggers hit
They hit
Striking whenever I move
Hitting me till I can no longer move
They stop
but not for long
They begin again
I am not invincible
I am broken
-Athena
YOU ARE READING
A String Of Words
PoetryPoems that come from my heart, deep down where only I can see through the darkness. These poems are flowers that grow in this darkness. Clinging together to let me live my life and be free.
