The Secrets She Kept
She dreamed of living in an un-fragile state,
most would say this wasn’t her fate
Pierced by words of those she unfavored
constantly wondering, if she would be able
To free herself from all the unkind, or will burdens take her piece at a time
Time is only a fragment at best, but time is all she really has left
To un-wedge, the knives stuck in her back
Or to heal the wounds her parents have left
I can’t say for certain the degree of her fate,
But she believes she can be saved
Saved from her burdens, and the knives that caused pain
She’s determined to be someone, someday
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.