Shatterproof
Oh to be a girl, A girl without fear
A life of uncertainty
Yet a life that is clear
Oh to be a girl, A girl who knows no pain
Through the hard times & the breakups
She still dances in the rain
Everything exciting
Nothing ever breaking
Feeling not forsaking
The gravity is shaking
The earth crumbles beneath her feet
Revealing a fiery trench
The tornado blowing her towards the edge
The smell of Hell's foul stench
Yet she sings as she spins
Laughing 'til it hurts her gut
Joy flowing through her body
Healing each & every cut
She's shatterproof
She's beautiful
As she breaks free from her cage
She's a lion untamed
A force of nature &
The whole world is her stage
The power of others can't stop her
She lives her life without shame
She controls her timeline triad
Past, present, future all the same
She trots around the globe
Leaving marks with every step
Yet every step upon her heart
Is one that shall never be kept
Each cut each bruise each break
Always healing from within
Like liquid not like glass but
Still reflective on her skin
Harmed but never injured
Hurt but not destroyed
A girl who runs her life &
Who fills her every void
She's shatterproof
She's like no one
She owns her mind
Her battle's won
Torn Girl
She was washing off the blood
Staining her clothes & skin
She doesn't know what happened there
Or when it all began
Filled with hate
Alone is her fate
Who knows what she could become
If she'd stop hanging out with scum
She tore her clothes
They tore her soul
She started to loath
Tears started to roll
Tears of fear
Stream down her face
Where is the grace
Where is the grace
People leave you lonely
Black as coals
The hole in her soul
No one reaches out
When she shouts loud
Streams of tears
Rivers of fear
Flowing down her face
Feeling empty space
Lost in a maze
Where is the grace
Morose
Once a girl full of wonder
Now mobile, breathing corpse
Go to work, then come home
Nothing happens but remorse
Holidays are nonexistent
Feelings just the same
Eating to postpone the grave
In this body devoid of flame
Her life perceived as over
No writing & no thoughts
Ceasing to create her own
How can this cycle be stopped?
Swept into imaginary worlds
Through books & in her dreams
Scrolling through her phone
Wasting time staring at memes
What happened to the soul
That sparkled like a diamond
In the society, which is rough?
Her light diminished
Her world now dark
When will it be enough?
They say the spirit is eternal
That it goes beyond the grave
But, what happens when the spirit
Becomes the body's slave?
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Random Bits of my Brain
PoetryA collection of my poetry over the last 15 years or so. I am more proud of some works than others, however, all of it is a part of who I am. Organized into categories rather than chronologically.
