Someone Like Me {Poetry}

Hidden

        strength

                it never existed

            will

                it never stirred

i am fading

                i am shade

i am silent

                i am eve

 

                yet my lips

(so bright, like

                a russet sun

of mum petals)

                will burn through

the dark, and

                blaze yellow

in the ivy mirror

                imprinted on

the back of

                your soul,

carving a trail

                in the palest

of perfect wool.