Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
My being betrays expectations Conceived before my wake That think me something small, Delicate, like a gold-etched china plate So they toss me to the ground To hear me shatter, see me break Maybe kick around the pieces Into angry spiralled shapes It’s to my aid that I was built to last I’m stitched with strength at every seam I care not to confine myself To what I’ve been assumed to be Me, I’ve found enchantment Within most things the eye can see And though I bleed emotion There’s no weakness in these tears I weep I’ll climb up to the mountaintops To show you every song I know My voice will travel miles To places and pitches, high and low For the world to see I’m larger than ever Even if I haven’t grown Even if I’m close to the ground You will never reach the places that I roam
0
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC
January 23, 2021
My being betrays expectations Conceived before my wake That think me something small, Delicate, like a gold-etched china plate So they toss me to the ground To hear me shatter, see me break Maybe kick around the pieces Into angry spiralled shapes It’s to my aid that I was built to last I’m stitched with strength at every seam I care not to confine myself To what I’ve been assumed to be Me, I’ve found enchantment Within most things the eye can see And though I bleed emotion There’s no weakness in these tears I weep I’ll climb up to the mountaintops To show you every song I know My voice will travel miles To places and pitches, high and low For the world to see I’m larger than ever Even if I haven’t grown Even if I’m close to the ground You will never reach the places that I roam
Written by
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem