My body has seen been through so much. The pain, the lies, the hurt, but I still am strong. I am who I am don't judge me based on my past but who I am now. My cuts and bruises make me strong , i am strong so I spread my wings and learn to fly.

I  want to wrap you up in a blanket burrito
Sit you in front of a roaring bonfire
And remind you of how amazing you are

what do I do
what can I do
to make a difference and show people that they are loved?
There is a void in the world and I cannot save it or fill it
with pretty words and creative line breaks, I cannot help this,
all I can do is sit here and keep recording in a silly backwards
attempt to romanticize the earth
and the people around me,
as if they weren't already beautiful, and I can't
sit in my car and cry
because I do not have a car and I cannot fill cliche
in real life, only in my mind,
I cannot save your soul or heal your heart,
no hands can hold love, really- only in writing
compassion only works on paper because people have to save themselves,
in the end,
I am so helpless
all I can do is throw myself in the grass and scream my lungs out
and try and get to you.

I feel sick
sick of you, sick of most everyone
sick of being tired and sick of being sick
I am fine and I am alive but there are corrosive chemicals around me
I am the most beautiful, unique creation, the summit and foundation
of this Earth- as a human person I am limitless but
I feel a poison eating away at me and I know exactly what to do to avoid it
for there are only a few who make me feel whole,
a few people, a few situations-
and I do not want to be fixed, I do not need that, no mortar or
molds to repair, all I need
is to stop being eroded- bit by bit,
and to stop crumbling into the deep-
and from there, I can repair myself-
I am good enough now
stop tearing me down,
I would like to shake off whatever chains have been laid on me
for though my body is restricted,
my soul is deeply, unbelievably free.