top of page

This site was designed with the

website builder. Create your website today.Start Now

and the moon speaks again poetry

Search

and the moon speaks again
- Sep 9, 2021
- 1 min read

"to be myself"

I would say it is quite fair,

yet unfortunate,

that it is only a rare moment

in which I am allowed to be

fully myself.

To be myself

is to be this girl,

to be myself

is to take back what they stole,

and yet to be myself

is more difficult than running through hell.

I gaze in the mirror but the specimen before me

is nothing like

me,

the monster of the swamp

or the fairest of them all

but that thing

that stares back at me

is not me,

it has never been me

and it will never

be me

because they stole me,

the shell and the villain

is not me,

I am the melancholic and the eclectic,

the eyes of water

and the soul of gold

but I am not

the blood that comes out of the arm

that dangles off of the shoulder under me.

Recent Posts

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 of fear and yet somehow I know that the end is near. I may not

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 awaiting a future of souls rather than shells but we did not know. I a

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 who I was because I tried so hard to fit, I never wanted to but

Post: Blog2_Post

bottom of page