I may burn like fire, I may shatter like glass, I may have shackles attached to heavy bags. I may spend my life picking up the pieces of what makes me human. I may let you glance in, see me through the cracks. I may paint over the scars that were placed by my hand. … Continue reading Hearing My Beating Heart
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Learning a New Word
I'm better, at saying no to your eyes. Every time they enter my mind, all I hear is the no slip right by. It falls over my lips the way I love you once did. Full of the grace, of everything I have to give, when your face comes to the fore, no, is what stops … Continue reading Learning a New Word
I See
I see, Not just with eyes That bare what is most feared, But with a mind that understands. Understands limitations Because I see mine in you, Hear it. Taste it. Frustrating it builds upon me Until all I can do is turn my gaze Onto you, and expectation upon Those too nervous, to scared, That … Continue reading I See
Bleeding Heart
My heart doesn't bleed. It pounds, it beats It screams Electricity burns through it Life, Life it holds it in, pushes it. Demands it. Demands time energy oxygen. It doesn't cease it fights against constant floods and fires and quakes. It stutters, and stumbles, and when met with an immoveable object it becomes the unstoppable … Continue reading Bleeding Heart
Faith Taryn Davies 