Holding onto your trembling hand
I took a beat, long and painful
For the swallow of words
I could ask of you no longer
'I need you to be brave for me again'
But the words wouldn't come
If the only way you hear me is through a song
I'll sing of all our tragedies until it sticks
My voice may shake as I speak my truth
But in it is a tremor of dignity, of change
There's a spark in the air
And I'm ready for a revolution
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
