[ POETRY & PROSE-
SHORT POEMS- AN
ANTHOLOGY]
A BOOK HOME TO:
WOUNDS THAT REMIND
YOU OF HOUSES- THE COLD,
THE WARMTH- THE OVER
ZEALOUS HEARTS & BROKEN
SOULS, HANGING OFF OF
CHANDELIERS AND FIRE
LAMPS.
even when my blood chokes on its own/ even when the hems of my dress get soaked/ from brokenness i bleed/ through wounds that seem to never heal/ my vision blinded by the voids too deep/ by drapes of the sheath of torn and worn out of muscles/ trying to soak in itself a home to stay/ because my mind is too lost in trying to be perfect/ because my heart is sinking down a hole/ the sun shines too bright/ the bleach that tears the skin from my throat/ a coarse larynx breaking its way into the world/ a tough time for the ones of my age/ a tough time to see the world and say/ oh this is where i belong/ to say/ oh this is where i was buried all along/ beneath bathroom floors/ and dirt water/ broken dishes/ and cold songs of false promises/ but He who sees every hair that falls off of her head/ watches a bleeding a soul/ and oh how He loves her/ bundling her in warmth of His word/ the fireplace for her to take shelter near/ the winter's cold far from her/ even as the storm looms over her/ breathing into her peace that passes all understanding/ undeserved yet/ so unconditional/ that He bled on the wood/ nailed like a relic for the world to see/ that her cries may be heard and answered/ that from His bleeding lips/ He could say with joy and pain, a prophesy fulfilled by blood/ 'it is finished'/ daughter/'it is finished'/
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