I am tired of flinching
at seeds being thrown into my soil
drawing them up to be bullets
and letting them pierce my skin.
I have kept every word in a safe
until I could tie them together
into a beautiful bow around my neck
letting each inadequacy hold my breath.
But i'm tired of this silence.
The echoing screams in my center
are resounding on the walls of my ribs
shaking the chains of each whispered lie.
I am shedding my thin skin
exposing my honest bare bones to every shot
I will live without fear
finding freedom in perseverance
finding freedom in passion