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i didn't know how angry a scar could be until i saw one on myself it was something like a pocket-sized chilean coast dragged across my knee disrupting   and hills still dispersing as an acl torn but unseen like how the many excerpts of dreams were wiped clean the anger is always ephemeral but it always comes back whenever i want to feel breeze in hair perhaps i just miss the delaware river scene and a long ago when my pencils moved too quickly for my thoughts yes indeed maybe i just miss loving the journey not for the end like the part where i did not know anything yet still believed that it was all for the better
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Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 5:55 PM UTC
i would like to be able to run again
i didn't know how angry a scar could be until i saw one on myself it was something like a pocket-sized chilean coast dragged across my knee disrupting   and hills still dispersing as an acl torn but unseen like how the many excerpts of dreams were wiped clean the anger is always ephemeral but it always comes back whenever i want to feel breeze in hair perhaps i just miss the delaware river scene and a long ago when my pencils moved too quickly for my thoughts yes indeed maybe i just miss loving the journey not for the end like the part where i did not know anything yet still believed that it was all for the better
tore my acl at college last october, and everything feels like it's been downhill since
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22/Cisgender Female/my happy place
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 5:55 PM UTC
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