the pieces break under my feet
but i keep walking.
something more than the sound of shattered glass
has to be waiting.
my voice cracks in the air
but i keep singing.
something softer than the screaming
has to be waiting.
my hands tremble by my sides
but i keep them clenched.
something steadier than the seconds
has to be waiting.
i've been walking and i feel like dropping.
don't know where i'm going and the fear is showing
but i keep walking.
because something stronger than my breathing,
something better than what i'm leaving.
has to be waiting for me.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)