20/02/14
It isn't as clear in the beginning,
Just coming and fading.
As a child you let it in,
As familiar as blood and kin.
But then it begins to build a home
In you.
Chipping away at your walls like the winds
That blew.
Shades pulled close, lights turned out,
Lips sewn shut so you cannot shout.
As a human you let it in,
'Till it becomes your next of kin.
Heart and body and blood
Screaming in protest; as they should.
Because it's staying, not leaving
It isn't that clear in the beginning.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetrySome personal writing that I've been keeping in a poem diary of sorts. I thought I would share.
