Clinging on to what might not be mine.
Teeth and claws latching on
to the faintest glimpse of hope.
Desperate and overflown with desire.
The desire for approval,
the testimony of worth,
and the feeling of being enough.
They're numbers and figures with a label; sometimes even a title;
shrinking us or stretching us into compartments that we do not fit.
Pressurizing each and every cell in our bodies with the claim that pressure makes diamonds.
Crushing our souls and dulling the colors in our lives.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
