There are tender wounds that
dot the inside of your chest,
there are bruises that line your collar bones
and waves of terrible emotion that threat
to wash you in formidable darkness.
But you still carry on,
you fight –
you stay alive.
YOU ARE READING
Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
