luni, 21 mai 2018

The Introvert

I cut my lover's hair
because he made me cry.
I made him mine.
He cut my wings,
I grew them back.
He sealed my lips,
I left a wrack.

A warrior and a poet
my truth is -
my weapon,
my muse and
my teacher.

An introvert,
Swimming down the river
between the heart
and lungs,
floating adrift
with no memories,
rejoicing in
my selfless company.

Sorting through
the fear and
the love inside,
I catch on
the shadows
that grow bigger
when the light
grows stronger.


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