my palms are raw and bleeding
but my fingers can't quite let go
my blisters will never heal
if i keep holding on
but
every time
the rope almost slips
my nails dig in
and refusal stings my nerves
goosebumps up my arms
every time
the wound is almost closed
my patience wears thin
and so does the skin on my hands
my heart is weary
the tether is stained cherry-red
sweet and vicious
as a rose bush
the silk of the petals
the bite of the thorns
nostalgia is an anchor
i hope soon
i'll be lost at sea
or the rope will finally snap
when the riptide gives in
maybe i won't be pulled toward you
next time, maybe, i'll swim against the current next time i won't have a shallow grave at sea
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of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poetryhave you ever been heartbroken? depressed? stuck in your head? me too. here's some of what goes in my mind. take a look, maybe you can relate. a collection of poems from the past couple years. this is just my own way of journaling.
