You may of treat me like a princess
But really you kept me prisoner
Away from the loved ones you knew saw through you
The ones who would of healled the bruises you left
Instead you hide me from the real life for yourself
Until the day i saw light
Saw the truth
And showed you the door
With one last bruise you give me
I realise i am better
Releasing myself into the world
Saying hello without looking over my shoulder
Thats the life i lived
Now im free and myself

10 years ago
I lost you
3 years waiting for you
Wishing I could help you
Watching you slowly fall apart
Blaming myself for not helping
Saying anything

Now you back
Years have past
Yet the blame is still deep
Why didn't I speak up
Even when he died, it
Didn't stop the blame
Or the pain,hate

Slowly coming to grips with everything
Yes my sister is back
But is she the same
No
So how do i look at you
And see a different person
Some days I see the old sister
My big sister
Some days I seem like the big sister
I love you sis
I'm sorry

sometimes when you leap
you fall
but if you don’t try
then you’ll never fly

my fears held me back
and kept me from trying
since i was not living
i felt my soul dying

for what is the point of life?
is it not,
to win and succeed?
that is what i thought

sometimes when you leap,
you fall.
but you’ll never know,
if you never try.

that is the point
of life.
it is not
the battles you won,
but the battles you fought.

there are few things sadder
than an unfinished letter.
a deleted text,
a canceled call,
a silenced shout for help.
a book never published,
a photo never posted,
a life never lived.
words are meant to be spoken.
stories meant to be told.
by the meek and the quiet,
not only the bold.
tell your truth to the world,
speak up and speak out.
sharing will free you,
of this, there's no doubt.

Twenty-two years ago
My mom made a big mistake
She gave birth to me
A cursed child
There is no such thing as happy birthday
Why do everyone keep saying happy birthday to me?
Well, at least there is a good thing
I'm one step closer to death now
So, I guess I should be happy.

Two things residing within me.
Crashing against one another like hot and cool air meeting clear amongst the skies.
Utterly astounding and wrecking all at once.
This shard of darkness that's discreetly embedded to my core has always been awoken and seeking inconvenience and fear .. as night creeps it's way to dismay all hope and prosper. My angel of light has not given up on me and still puts up with the fight just for me.
Through the blind years of executions of realities
Still
The desire to pursue to accomplish and to shine.
With years to gain knowledge and with that ,
every day something new .
I now recognize who I want to be.. And ..it's just me!

© Jenn Linh

What if we just never have enough?
Never satisfied.
Is that good to realise we strive for more ?..
Or bad we can't just be grateful and content..
With all the possibilities and opportunities out and about but never the strength to carry out .
And so we sit
We sulk
We hope and we dream
For all the questions we hold unanswered and all the prayers for a better road to steer on.. blindly making decisions only to reflect back on
.. and wither we realise to  regret or see it as a good deed both are remembered and have their gaining or losing effect .. as we carry through what defines who we've made ourselves out to be .
Searching for reasons and placements of fate and destiny. ..
We take ourselves to sleep always hoping the coming day to be something remarkably liberating ..
As solely unsatisfied and constantly on the search for a salvation
Jenn Linh