Don’t take my flower away
depression speaks to me, in languages I learn to manipulate
7 I learnt a language, now I’m afraid.
9 listening closely will I hear their words of disparage.
9 I wont cry quietly, sharpening tongue with a blade.
8 competing with my first words for his sake
7 self and sarili brings the tongue alive
7 barriers, language and tones, awakened in debate
9 without my revision the flower I watered becomes decayed
8 delivery for a word that means a lot
9 The man at the door speaks in good fate.
7 meaning to happen, my earphones have strayed
8 now out loud and muffled my lessons play out
7 here I overcome my anxiety is betrayed
10 depression speaks to me, in languages I learn to manipulate
10 I’m surrending to my mind that’s willing to break away
9 deeply lost in my stammer I learned to articulate
8 Don’t beat me when I’m down don’t perpetrate
9 I laugh to forget, my mistakes will melt away
7 to pass my grade can I debate
9 at 28 I learnt a language, now I’m afraid.
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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