I hear the cries emanating from your words Every letter of every sentence is a story that only your broken heart can tell.
The longing for peace inside brings chaos within your cracked bones I hope that honey starts to drip out of your scars instead of blood.
The thoughts spinning in your mind now resemble the whorls in outer space galaxies of decisions to take follow the path of stars that lie in your heart.
I know how hard it is to open your eyes face the world and live behind your insecurities let your skin jump from excitement not from fear that causes constriction of yourself.
You haven't failed yourself when you chose silence over speech these pens have screamed louder than anything one day they will hurt those who wounded you so that the guilt inside will keep them awake night after night, I will continue to pray for you.
Soft heart and lips, skin like pillows chest a haven for whoever is privileged enough to find comfort in it don't let the harsh days blister the frame that holds you, the artwork, together.
Allow these poems to rebuild you so that you realize that homes out of people burn faster than gasoline on fire and that the paradise you crafted out of your bathroom floor corners of busy rooms tears on scratched paper and wrinkles on your tired forehead is the one that will revive you forever.