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
Running Up That Hill
The tap of keys is the music I leave, pushing forward, do you want to know what I feel? Want to hear about the deal I made? So that the smooth taps don't hurt me, only the words that bleed through the torn skin of my finger tips. There it is, the hatred, for the … Continue reading Running Up That Hill
My Father Passed Away on Christmas Eve
***I wrote this a few days after Christmas, when I wasn't sure how to get home or even sure my mind would process what exactly happened. My father died on Christmas eve, and it's taken me 2 weeks to even post this because it still doesn't make sense to me. He may not have been … Continue reading My Father Passed Away on Christmas Eve
Faith Taryn Davies 