#poeticresilience
The bull in my heart, steady and bold,
Has carried me from boy to man.
When fear closes in, it stands its ground
And reminds me I’m stronger than I think.
I fear everything, yet nothing at all—
With that bull inside, I don’t back down.
Whatever comes, in body or mind,
I meet it head on and keep moving.
I’ll guard what I’ve been trusted to protect,
Holding fast with that quiet strength.
I won’t be shaken or pushed aside;
The bull in my heart keeps me upright.
So let the trials come as they will—
That bull has never once flinched.
It gives me courage to face the day,
And with it in my chest, I stand whole.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
All my words are like acoustic strings; all of their emotions
black & white like piano keys. _It's love & pain intertwined_
My passions all leak at a metronome pace—then suddenly,
it feels like a nosebleed. _Being both beautiful & painful._
As I am an email for love, sent with all my attachments.
Like music, it gets all too tedious— as these aren’t poems,
not really— just signatures, kinships inked in flesh-toned
vaults, keen to sound like truth.
I'm vying in so many dry pastures, lost in this unsatisfied
fullness— an emptiness echoing into emptiness. Still, there’s
no shame in surrender; to put everything on the line—
hanging out in the sun. _To dry, wrinkle, & fade._
As my pride wasn’t just another persona, somewhere on
the clothesline. I’ve been worn thin by time; knocked down
by life with a clothesline. But still I rise, with my neck back
on the line. Destined to shine, but to you, dearest child…
these things take time.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
She will never know
The violence it took
To be this gentle.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC