Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
They’re everywhere, lurking about. Ready to take, what is not theirs to take. It seems I’ve no defense, no armor, no choice.
By Katie 2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes it’s all a jumble. Scattered thoughts boucing around with a mind of their own. What grows from these seeds of thought pushing up through the soil are hardly ever what I perceived at first.
How do I express these strong feelings of identity? To who, can I convey my desires, my convictions, of who I am? Who I feel I am becoming.
Aren’t you sick, yet? Haven’t you had it up to here yet? Instead, you, shrug your shoulders and turn away. You’ve no energy left to fight you say.
The winds of change are strong upon my back. Pushing me towards tomorrow. Where today and my obligations will no longer excist.
Conclusions, epiphanies, and realizations. All, pushing me towards a surrender. Not so much a giving up, as a giving in.
Remnants of our memories together, echo throughout my day. Boucing at me from everywhere. Small objects, a certain smell, even the odd chore, are constant reminders.
There’s a pit where her heart should be. Avacado or peach, what difference, it’s a pit. Hard, and nearly impenetrable, it protects.
Oh how silly of me. I am truly sorry. I’m sorry that the way I dress and feel, offends you. I’ve no right, do I? Making you see me this way.
Daily I burn, consumed completely. My struggle to survive, a constant one. Often I shrink away, the onslaught too great. Too hard. Too painful.
It takes energy to stay angry. Energy I can’t spare. Stress hormones running rampant, blood pressure climbing, most likely shortening my life.
I don’t care, what you think, of me. I don’t care, that you may laugh at me, or throw your hatred towards what you don’t understand.
