Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
Your mind flees its body
Clenching its fists

Mourning an absence
Craving existence

Chasing a hope
That floats in the distance

Churning a storm
That forms a resistance

You are strong
You are worthy
You are whole

But only small hands
Will catch your drifting soul.
Written by
Heather Horner
3.0k
   No Nahme, Karina, Asante' and Marie
Please log in to view and add comments on poems