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There are so many soft spaces in my head that tell me to be gentle, to tread lightly on foreign ground; but they do not realize that where I am going, there are no land mines waiting at every tread of feet, no dark things hurling themselves out of corners to devour vulnerability. Where I am going, the world will break open beneath the weight of what I have to say, the world will listen and crumble. Where I'm going, there are no land mines and I do not need to map the spaces between here and your doorstep I have found the perfect remedy for all of the sickness this place and time causes you, I have found that the only ailment worth noting is what's in our own heads and mine will be full of sharp jagged things before the month is over. It is only self defense and a reason to learn fighting skills, but I feel that the way the world sharpens our teeth for us is a necessary part of becoming who we are. I will put the soft things to sleep now; I do not need them where I am going.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
soft things
There are so many soft spaces in my head that tell me to be gentle, to tread lightly on foreign ground; but they do not realize that where I am going, there are no land mines waiting at every tread of feet, no dark things hurling themselves out of corners to devour vulnerability. Where I am going, the world will break open beneath the weight of what I have to say, the world will listen and crumble. Where I'm going, there are no land mines and I do not need to map the spaces between here and your doorstep I have found the perfect remedy for all of the sickness this place and time causes you, I have found that the only ailment worth noting is what's in our own heads and mine will be full of sharp jagged things before the month is over. It is only self defense and a reason to learn fighting skills, but I feel that the way the world sharpens our teeth for us is a necessary part of becoming who we are. I will put the soft things to sleep now; I do not need them where I am going.
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24/F/Ohio
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
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