Shattered
Sometimes I feel so vulnerable.
Just as a spider web.
Strong, yet if touched in one place: ruined.
I'm ready to shatter like broken glass.
I Have
I've heard the whispers screaming through the night.
I've heard the silent child's cry.
I've seen the anger written on their arms.
Loneliness in a crowded storm.
Mia just asked me if you are a poet that gets paid. :) I think someone should pay you! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteaww that's so sweet :)
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