Chelsea Strawder

Chelsea Strawder Feb 2015

Children

their fingertips leave bruises
reminders of my inability,
born out of fear

[the infant in me slowly suffocates]

I cry, as it does;
but this, too, goes unnoticed

(how can children be so cruel?)

Chelsea Strawder Feb 2015

Void

Abandonment gets fed
through the hunger of the body,
then turns to steal
from the needs of the heart

Emotion suffocates reason,
silenced
under the nagging pressure
of self-doubt

— The End —