Kate/Katelyn. |
The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...
Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it...
Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation...
I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers...
Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...
From the windy, cloud-cloaked shore
I watch the whitecaps blurring the horizon...
Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...
I could disintegrate with a gust of wind.
My bones and body feel brittle and hollow...
Your gun had ammunition.
I heard it fire; I felt it pierce my chest...
There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...
To anyone who voted for my poem “Starshine,” thank you! |
I’ve grown roots in my bed. |
I don’t want to create a place where you’re not comfortable. If you want to talk, I am here. But it is not an expectation. This is as much your creative outlet space as it is mine. Don’t let me be a bother. |