I’ll stand on the ***** of my feet
to make myself seem taller than I am.
Fearless, brave, strong, restless.
A leader cold and distant but
I was only casting shadows

Soon my hair will settle at the nape of my neck
and my toes will become too sore
a coward broken, sad, and discouraged
rotten to the core

For being fearless, brave, strong, and restless
has made me a far cry from that fierce leader.
Now I lay weak, restless, and defeated
with looming knowledge that tomorrow
will be the day this battle starts again.

I’ve never found charm in speaking
words that you don’t mean
or falling over sentences
struggling with broken speech
the same way that I have never found home
in the body I call mine
that internal war I fight
between my heart and between my mind.

The world will never understand
why I tremble in daily conversation
I cause confusion in my thoughts
skipping over words in trepidation
But miscommunication then turns to judgement
without a second glance
and your lack of hesitation destroys me
tracing it’s steps into my one woman war

Well isn’t that just like your fears,
setting you up for failure?

art is bisected into three categories
and other subcategories
painting & drawing
poetry & literature
music & dancing
i happened to become an
martyr to poetry, logolept
and framed masterpieces
not written down on paper
kept inside of wires attached
to my brain, smoldering my
grey matter and my feelings
melting like candles, slowly
but urgently sweating out
unspoken power and ungodly
overwhelming thoughts need
to be shared, but only show
your passion to someone
worth writing about who
is just as complex as you are

- kra