You have unlocked the chains of
My consciousness so you may see the
Hardened lines created by the anxiousness
And the sadness and even the smiles.
This is the darkest part of my mind,
A reminder that inside I am not okay.
For example, I dreamt last night the
Sensation of pain by a bullet.
The girl shot me in my jaw, I was
Losing consciousness, and I decided
That violence would not be how I died.
Because even if you go and break
The locks on every single creative node,
I have the liberty of changing the
Narrative to fit my twisted mind.
The writer shall survive in order
To continue her broken story.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoésieI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
