Poems from stephaniejohnsonsturgis
One the count of three, ready?
One. Two. Three.
As the band aid rips off the pain comes back.
Not as intense as the initial pain,
that...
So What?
Am I not good enough for you?
When nights like these are filled with drinking and friends
You can be found in the closet...
Forget the residing pain in my stomach from the amount of running
Forget the amount of preperation and determination
It took to get me...
Pull my hair back and lay me back.
Examine each curve of my body with your eyes
Glaring at me like a prize on the top shelf
Just waiting...
Wise words spoken from the man who preaches the word of Jesus Christ, Our Lord,
In which we aim to find our strength and sanity,
To...