The End- Formally Brave Poetry Collection 10/10

My skin, it holds me together

Some days, anyways.

It stops your words.

For the most part, anyways.

It protects my emotions,

A little bit, anyways.

It hides my truths,

Not just sometimes. Always.

Years spent, ripping me apart.

Choking me, these days.

Until all that’s left, a broken heart.

Threatening me, most days.

Under the layers, a childless mother.

Teaching me new ways.

An ugly addiction, a deep scar, left forever.

Strengthening me in some ways.

I pulled myself up, now made faceless.

Leaving behind my past days.

A monster made of anxiety.

It is me and adds more days.

img_5443

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.