Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
She once believed
nothing
she did
would end
in applause

And sustained
shame
that stung
like a sunburn.

She once carried
thoughts
that made
her eyes widen
at night

And nursed
the demons
who knocked
at her door.
MJ
Written by
MJ  Seattle
(Seattle)   
403
   Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems