Too much has happened to make me feel as if I have to explain myself
To have to explain my feelings
My relationship
The way I think write and love
In the light of my heart remains the love my mother taught me
The darkness that partakes in my eyes remains that of the rage my father taught in the midst of nightmares
I do not feel as if I should have to explain to you, with eyes of soft regal blindness and oblivion of life.
So the next time you expect me to fall to my ashes, know that I have already fallen, and I am yet again rising to the beat of my heart, and it flows with the Stars.
YOU ARE READING
Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
