in one of my dreams, I was a witch. burning . at the stakes. prodded by pitchforks. stabbed with daggers behind my back. the talking was loud. their hateful eyes were louder. then i woke up realizing the thin line between dreams and consciousness. it almost made no difference. ive seen those eyes somewhere. of those who want to burn me at the stakes ; stab me with daggers behind my back. always been wanting to watch me fall. darling, I am a witch you could not burn.
these eyes have cried an ocean of tears, this heart has endured hurt in the form of daggers and swords, this mouth has kept an eternity of words unspoken, these ears have heard things that can’t be forgotten, this body has fought wars that are yet to be won - but this phoenix will rise from the ashes, unshaken and unbroken, like the heat of the sun that’s ever burning, warming everything it touches, the phoenix will be unrestrained, insuppressible, and effervescent
whatever you’re going through, you will get through it i love you
Open my mouth The words come out But they don’t feel soft They feel like daggers Newly sharpened daggers Flying towards the ones I care about They all back away from me From the weapon of destruction Who can’t be controlled Taking hits from everyone else Building it all up inside Then shooting it out But I must keep it in To protect those I love But the daggers bounce around in my stomach Making me die inside