Feb 2022
they have my heart in a chokehold.
their rough hands mold it into shape
while I am in a deep, deep slumber.
my eyes are greeted by the sun.
the white-hot pain in my chest
knocks the wind out of me.
when silence is thick, I sculpt my heart
back into its lovely, imperfect shape,
and I let it lead the way forward.
their rough hands mold it into shape
while I am in a deep, deep slumber.
my eyes are greeted by the sun.
the white-hot pain in my chest
knocks the wind out of me.
when silence is thick, I sculpt my heart
back into its lovely, imperfect shape,
and I let it lead the way forward.
I know it's been a while! I have been busy...and coping with writer's block. I'm glad to be back, and I started a new poetry IG. Feel free to follow me if you like! My handle is @musingsbyma
