My head stung
and the waters rushed
but for years I never knew
and now I still do not know
so I fall asleep
forever
because it is too difficult
but they never believe me
and I keep up appearances
until the stars decide
it is time for me
to speak my truth.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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