shut them out,
clog my ears,
I cannot listen.
the words,
they attack me,
choke me,
wedging themselves within my core.
I cry,
I scream,
I take those words as truth,
and drown as they push me,
past the deepest darkness.
but as I hold my breath,
I tell myself that
even though I may be a wounded gazelle,
I have the heart and will of a lion.
and somehow,
I poke my head out of
the web of pain.
though the words,
continue to float around my head,
taunting me,
prodding my nerves,
I remember that
I am a lion,
and I will perservere.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
shut them out,
clog my ears,
I cannot listen.
the words,
they attack me,
choke me,
wedging themselves within my core.
I cry,
I scream,
I take those words as truth,
and drown as they push me,
past the deepest darkness.
but as I hold my breath,
I tell myself that
even though I may be a wounded gazelle,
I have the heart and will of a lion.
and somehow,
I poke my head out of
the web of pain.
though the words,
continue to float around my head,
taunting me,
prodding my nerves,
I remember that
I am a lion,
and I will perservere.
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