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1.1k · Aug 2019
safe inside
taylormeadowe Aug 2019
my love,
i can help
with your pain
i can play
wet rain
outside your
window
...
how about this?
is this okay?
are you safe inside?
if not then
i can stop
at anytime
i can be whatever
makes you feel
safe inside
...
580 · Aug 2019
she is
taylormeadowe Aug 2019
she is
never stable
forever shifting
iridescent light
burning fire
molded by
foreign hands
foreign trauma
infecting body
it still hurts
as if it were
her own
at first this was about me but it turned into someone i know
568 · Oct 2019
my salvation
taylormeadowe Oct 2019
i am my future
i am my savior
i am my destiny
i am the key

the curse breaks through me
and through the breaking
comes forth my salvation
as it was inside of me this whole time

https://imgur.com/a/rVm5rXS
443 · Aug 2019
rock bottom
taylormeadowe Aug 2019
everyone else that can live
-------------------------------------------------
you are here. under the surface






what is below what you thought to be rock bottom?

are you even trying to get better?
why are you making so many excuses?
what is your problem? just swim up!

why would i try to swim if i don't know what the surface looks like?
what is the point anymore...

i can't breathe...........

.......
.......
.......
262 · Sep 2019
9/5/19
taylormeadowe Sep 2019
i'll become someone new;
brighter, stronger, sweeter.
i don't know exactly what i'll be
but i know i'll be okay.
just experienced something deeply uncomfortable but i think it's urging me to make changes in myself.
208 · Oct 2019
10/22/19
taylormeadowe Oct 2019
I am a scholar, magician, architect
But also a gladiator about to burst through the gates
I am the Hermit but also the Sun hiding behind the clouds
I am the sword never drawn, fire never started
I am begging to be realized as I should be
Protective hands that would never do such a thing
For fear they would lose me in life's claws
206 · Aug 2019
august's poem
taylormeadowe Aug 2019
i want to stand on my two feet
without a crutch or an excuse
truly i know that i'm scared of
being independent, or unaided pride
used to crave being that golden child
beam of light, blistering sun

— The End —