sonnets floating through my mind
turning pages upside down
only to find-
there is nothing written at all.
~
soundly stepping over
the people I fear
they have one thing in common
they were fantasies
but then became real.
~
I‘m the acrobat
bending every time someone
demands something of me,
a mockingbird without a voice
screaming until my lungs
start to crack
without ever making a sound.
~
but only in my mind
with hallways, endless to roam
scratching on walls
until my fingernails broke.
~
to look for a window
was keeping me calm
I secretly knew
my illusion had none.
~
painfully pulling me
out of the dark-
people have tried
but I turn to stone
when I feel their touch.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
sonnets floating through my mind
turning pages upside down
only to find-
there is nothing written at all.
~
soundly stepping over
the people I fear
they have one thing in common
they were fantasies
but then became real.
~
I‘m the acrobat
bending every time someone
demands something of me,
a mockingbird without a voice
screaming until my lungs
start to crack
without ever making a sound.
~
but only in my mind
with hallways, endless to roam
scratching on walls
until my fingernails broke.
~
to look for a window
was keeping me calm
I secretly knew
my illusion had none.
~
painfully pulling me
out of the dark-
people have tried
but I turn to stone
when I feel their touch.
