Nov 2017
09/03/2014
Who would have ever thought that I’d still be standing.
My knees constantly buckling, my fingers always trembling.
My voice cracks and my eyes fall, my broken feet still planted up right.
My heart in shambles from cuts and abuse.
My head doesn’t think quite like it used to.
My throat is raw and burning, it screams but no sounds come out.
Like a lighthouse with the bulb burned out,
A bird with broken wings,
A tree that has its rings stripped and taken until it’s nothing but a twig.
11/16/2017
Who would have ever thought that I’d still be standing.
My panic still washes over me, the quivers never quite left.
My tears still gather and my eyes burn, my feet are sore but stable.
My heart is pasted back together with love and care.
My head doesn’t think quite like it used to.
My throat is swollen and shaking, it laughs and it keeps laughing.
Like a ship out at sea rocking,
A bird chirping in the morn,
A tree whose buds are slowly growing and healing from a storm.
Who would have ever thought that I’d still be standing.
My knees constantly buckling, my fingers always trembling.
My voice cracks and my eyes fall, my broken feet still planted up right.
My heart in shambles from cuts and abuse.
My head doesn’t think quite like it used to.
My throat is raw and burning, it screams but no sounds come out.
Like a lighthouse with the bulb burned out,
A bird with broken wings,
A tree that has its rings stripped and taken until it’s nothing but a twig.
11/16/2017
Who would have ever thought that I’d still be standing.
My panic still washes over me, the quivers never quite left.
My tears still gather and my eyes burn, my feet are sore but stable.
My heart is pasted back together with love and care.
My head doesn’t think quite like it used to.
My throat is swollen and shaking, it laughs and it keeps laughing.
Like a ship out at sea rocking,
A bird chirping in the morn,
A tree whose buds are slowly growing and healing from a storm.
I have long forgotten about this website and the poetry I've written. Going through my old Google docs I found the top half of this, written back in 2014. I decided to add onto it with my what I have learned in the past three years. I'm still down a lot, but I'm not hopeless as I was. Which is a pretty great thing I'd say!
