Apr 2019
If I could reach out…
If I could grab your face.
If I could tense long-limp
muscles, fused to my sides.
If only I could pull my arm
away from the chains that bind me...
If I could be free where would I go?
no family, no home.
If I could reshape my life,
who would I mold myself to be?
A world built of the word “if.”
If only I could change that...
If I could grab your face.
If I could tense long-limp
muscles, fused to my sides.
If only I could pull my arm
away from the chains that bind me...
If I could be free where would I go?
no family, no home.
If I could reshape my life,
who would I mold myself to be?
A world built of the word “if.”
If only I could change that...
Napowrimo day five (six? I can’t remember haha) task: write a poem about a world of “if”s, god hep me with punctuation grammar. Thank god I can say mistakes are my “artistic choice”
