Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
rae-monroePoems
On a cold November morning She awakens Her eyes Sunken and unaware Of the beauty That lies ahead All she sees Are the fears The weights, Dragging Pulling Gnawing away At her frail, fragile bones She is lost She is broken She is gone Sitting In a ***** room Picking up a pen And trying Desperate and futile To take back What she believes has died She stops The naked scars taunting Watching from her forearms She grins In that eternal moment She is perfection Her scars smudge Her flesh smooth Those vicious weights Nowhere to be found She is free Untouchable She is the words That she has written down She is the future Which she had feared She is the reality Which she can believe in
0
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Rephrasing Reality
On a cold November morning She awakens Her eyes Sunken and unaware Of the beauty That lies ahead All she sees Are the fears The weights, Dragging Pulling Gnawing away At her frail, fragile bones She is lost She is broken She is gone Sitting In a ***** room Picking up a pen And trying Desperate and futile To take back What she believes has died She stops The naked scars taunting Watching from her forearms She grins In that eternal moment She is perfection Her scars smudge Her flesh smooth Those vicious weights Nowhere to be found She is free Untouchable She is the words That she has written down She is the future Which she had feared She is the reality Which she can believe in
Written by
rae-monroe
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem