Like A Wet Cloth:
Wring me out, dry my being
Squeeze every last drop out of me
Because I'm sick of seeing
A girl too afraid in the mirror to talk
A coward too scarred to open up
Wring me out completely
With two sturdy hands
Help me please
I want to come clean
Wring me out until I am speaking truthfully.
And so you did.
You squeezed me tightly and tightly
Until everything I was keeping inside of me
Came undone.
Until I was sopping on the floor,
Dripping on tiles,
Until I was finally crying
The secrets I had been keeping in files
Under lock and key.
Wring me out dry
Because the only way you will get better
Is if you let go of the heavy weight
Like a wet cloth sinking down.
~J.K.M
Little North Star:
Little North star
Twinkling just above me
Always out of reach
I see you out there
Gleaning against my soul, bare
Thank you little North star
For seeing the things unseen.
~J.K.M
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoésiePoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
