Cradling such a beautiful sound in my mind
My clumsy tongue and harsh mouth unworthy of such elegant syllables
And yet I speak it
My selfish heart and greedy voice
Desperate for the peace it brings
Starving for the release it brings
Relieved when your name springs intact from my bloody, broken lips
Terrified-
Of when I will stain the purity of your name
Cripple the wings upon which it soars
Of when my jagged edges will wound the delicate melody
Dull the brilliance with which it shines
My hands clasped upon my mouth
Your name held within
Savouring the feel on my tongue
The taste of that holy sound
Aching for it to bloom from the poisoned soil of my soul
For your roots to cleanse the arson from my veins
For your stem to burst forth from the single crack in the face of my cliffs
For your leaves to shelter me from the pounding rains and harsh sun
Beauty tainted by my pain
Your roots paralyzed by my poison
Your stem isolated from all that you deserve
Your leaves wilting from the burdens that should be mine
Delicate ecosystem ruined by the acid clinging to my skin
The seed of your name ripped daily from my chest
An orchid treated as a weed
To be watered one day in the garden of another's mouth
And yet I speak it
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Her & her
PoetryAn intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity. Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health...
