[𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎]

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗?

𝙸'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏
𝙰 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗.



[𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖.


[𝙸𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗.



[𝙸𝙸𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗
𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.

... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜.



[𝙸𝚅]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.

... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑.



[𝚅]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝
𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕.

... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍.



[𝚅𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗
𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.



[𝚅𝙸𝙸]
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎
𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 -
(𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.)


... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.



[𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎]

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠?

𝙸'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.


[𝙵𝚒𝚗]


- 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  

       𝟶𝟾/𝟶𝟾/𝟸𝟹

Twists and turns
Learning to check my speed along each curve
So much about myself I come to find is -
actually another thing.

The little neurons , moving about
so hyperactively
that it drives me into half a day of rest

or otherwise

What have I done those moments I have impacted them
whether by a blow from the fist or the nostrils

So much has changed
no longer do I indulge in the dangers of drugs
only the safe ones that help my physical pain

Slowly learning- but not before I'm ruined , to keep my hands off myself
As not to damage what sanity I have left .

Which fortunately, Is more than I could have based on the past decade
but unfortunately, some pieces of this puzzle of a young woman are missing-

That is okay, I guess the colors in between and I scribble underneath

I play a guessing game until my loved ones remind me of the truth
When they know it

Will I Always be searching for the corners to complete it?
I really don't care much for whole complete pictures anyways
Always folding photos to hide the faces of those who wronged me, crumbling unfinished pieces of art before wondering what I could add, only to replace it with another one .

Guess it doesn't matter- though when I dig through old memories, there are some things I find that surprise me.

How much we change year to year, throughout a lifetime as people? Is it more or less person to person based on our experience?

For the first time
she was trying
she didn't want
what she was heading to
all this time
she wanted to
Live her life
and love it as well

Early morning
Rise and shine
There’s no more waiting
Nows the time

You’ve come this far
Don’t turn back now
Take a breath
You know just how

The signs have told you
The time is near
The world is yours
So listen clear

The words you speak
You’ll speak them loud
For the voice you have
Must be endowed

You turn around,
You call my name
But I no longer believe the same;
There's paper stacked upon your window pane.

The clocks are worn,
My boots are torn,
They've come some way since they were born
And things that shine often do not conform.

A whisper here
Is a thunder there,
A glass of wine to lay it bare;
Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare.

You don't run fast
Because you must;
It's fine to break out from your crust
And build a smile that's free from all your lust.

We're far apart
But all the same;
Forget the shapes and forms and blame
And you will see we walk down the same lane.

I walk through eyes
So close and distant
Depending on how long the instant;
Some grow warm while others grow resistant.