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Astra Jan 2019
As the wind rattles the windows,
I arch my back allowing myself to imagine the wind brushing against my legs,

My dress filling with air,
And for the first time watching the sun highlight my skin,
Allowing it to illuminate a color of bright gold,

Shining brighter than a thousand diamonds,
As the warmth flows through my veins, I remember the ice cold dreams of darkness,

Yet remind myself to fall in the warmth,
Because the more I focus my mind on the abyss that’s drowned in sunlight,

The more I want to live a long life
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Astra Jan 2019
Shut up, I screamed to my mind only to realize I just woke it up.
All rights reserved, Written by FragileHalo
Astra Jan 2019
You're right..I'm not over it...but you forgot one word..YET..
I'm not over it yet but eventually I will be and you'll be the one left missing me.
All right reserved, Written by fragilehalo
Astra Jan 2019
Poem

One word changes a life

Update: this one changed mine!
Astra Jan 2019
Watch me,

Watch me eat a cake,
the whole dang cake,

Watch me own MY body,
and ignore your comments,

Watch me smile,
as each day my thighs get a little bigger,

Watch me learn,
learn to love me,
learn to respect myself,

Watch me,
own who I am and make no apologies

Watch me,
want my life,
my mind,
and every piece of who I am,

Watch me,
watch me as I have bad days,
and watch me as I strive,

Watch me as I come alive!
This is just the beginning of my confidence. All right reserved.  Written fragilehalo
Astra Nov 2018
Another sleepless night,
Another night of lies,
I harbor my feels that I have to hide,

Why might you ask do these feels stay alive,
I answer with a few simple lines,

I’m a girl, one slightly broken, one afraid of the question and attention,
So hushed are my thoughts and silence is my voice,

There’s one good thing I must say something that strengthens me inside,
And keeps me alive,

That fact that this feelings are all MINE
All right reserved, written by fragilehalo
Astra Jul 2018
Listen,
Breathe,
Shh silence she’s asleep,
Quite to not make a peep,

The child made of concrete and leaves,
Is fast asleep,
Move to quickly and the ground will shake,
allow the vibrations to awake,
A silent soul so pure and innocence,

Yet the world decided to scream,
CHILD MADE OF CONCRETE YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE,

Frightened and confused the child moves just to quickly,
To hear the earth raddle as the body meets the floor,

I wish they would have just
listened some more..
Listening , All rights reserved,  written by fragilehalo
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