I am Sora,
Crumpled at the bottom of your mind, the bottom of your waste basket, the bottom of your shoes, quietly burning from the pain that
greets me with a
hard embrace
chilly breath and
numbing strength.
Coursing through the reflection
left empty like behind some doors,
I have walked out from.
I am awake
through the nights
through the days
through the hours
through the lives
I am awake.
Like a window sees everything within its sights
I can not un-see the rain marks of hurt and of blindness staining my hands.
Pocketed in the morning
I held no weight, I held everything, destined for experience, destined for hoarding
of emotions
of relationships
of others' experiences I keep
But I walk alone with a partner
holding my hand like a parent with a kid when it's
“Vaccine Time”
And I'm hearing
roaring of the comments
hissing of my weakened soul and
echoing identities I used to claim as my very own
So the waves that I am
come barreling, come surging, come crashing, come Hell or High Water
to look up is to see and to see is to create and to create is to revolutionize and to revolutionize is to
Save yourself before the stars burn up.
And she
she is my Northern Star where I am Harriet Tubman
I have been there. I am there. I will be there. I will be out there. I will be. I will waver. I will stay.
Unapologetically me.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
I am Sora,
Crumpled at the bottom of your mind, the bottom of your waste basket, the bottom of your shoes, quietly burning from the pain that
greets me with a
hard embrace
chilly breath and
numbing strength.
Coursing through the reflection
left empty like behind some doors,
I have walked out from.
I am awake
through the nights
through the days
through the hours
through the lives
I am awake.
Like a window sees everything within its sights
I can not un-see the rain marks of hurt and of blindness staining my hands.
Pocketed in the morning
I held no weight, I held everything, destined for experience, destined for hoarding
of emotions
of relationships
of others' experiences I keep
But I walk alone with a partner
holding my hand like a parent with a kid when it's
“Vaccine Time”
And I'm hearing
roaring of the comments
hissing of my weakened soul and
echoing identities I used to claim as my very own
So the waves that I am
come barreling, come surging, come crashing, come Hell or High Water
to look up is to see and to see is to create and to create is to revolutionize and to revolutionize is to
Save yourself before the stars burn up.
And she
she is my Northern Star where I am Harriet Tubman
I have been there. I am there. I will be there. I will be out there. I will be. I will waver. I will stay.
Unapologetically me.
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