The heart feels heavy,
And nothing hits home.
I want to speak up,
But I don't know what to say.
Is my life worth the death
I am waiting for,
It's getting harder
To carry me everyday.
There is a hidden corset
Wrung around my soul,
As I cry all out,
It gets harder to breathe.
I've never asked anyone
For anything ever,
So now I don't know
What I really need.
But I have a little bit of hope,
And with that little bit,
I wish for it to never quiver away,
And I have a tiny little smile,
That's looking me in the mirror,
Asking me to stay.
As if someone ripped my wings
And turned them into ash,
My entire body
Was crying from the pain.
I was caught up
With the soil of groundwater,
I waited to be
Revived by the rain.
But I have a little of bit of hope,
And with that little bit,
I wish for it to never quiver away.
Now I have a little bit of life,
A little piece of life,
That I'll live until my death.
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃