You may break my bones,
scar my skin
and snip my wings.
You may shatter my heart
and burn me to the ground,
But I will rebuild myself
from the remnants
and become stronger.
I will embrace my scars
and bring them to war,
I will rise from the ashes
and soar with broken wings.
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
