This is my patchwork heart
That I have earned with
Every tear and stitch
Every bruise and bandage
❀
This is my trophy
Moulded from starlight
Polished with poetry
In the shape of
Survival
❀
This is me
Finally floating
Where once I was
Weighed down by
The dark of the past
❀
I have fought for every
Scrap of this happiness
Spitting out blood and
Teeth and dreams
To touch this kind
Of sunlight
❀
And I will hold onto it
With clenched fists and
White knuckles
❀
I have let them
Take my joy before
But never again
❀❀❀❀❀
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The River's Due
The river in our village was everything. Giver of life, bringer of death. It provided you with good fortune or stole your future. It was where the priests baptized us and the grandmothers blessed us afterward, in between the washing. The river’s spirit whispered to us all, every day of our lives. When someone was lost to the river, those same traveling priests claimed God had called them home. We nodded to make them feel better, but we knew it was the river that had come calling for its due. We may have come to accept Jesus as our savior, but had our doubts he would have tried to walk our river.
By Shaun Walters2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Molded from starlight …. Beautiful descriptions, Poppy!
This series just gets better and better each "episode" I am literally just eating it up!! I love what you are doing here!! Those final lines just soaked into my soul and left me feeling empowered!! Amazing job Poppy!!
“ Spitting out blood and Teeth and dreams To touch this kind Of sunlight” Ah! So good! I love this one; such strength in every verse.
Very inspiring words.
Extremely strong phrasing, great job!
Oh yessss, never again! This was freaking powerful!
Beautiful... especially "This is my trophy Moulded from starlight Polished with poetry In the shape of Survival"
Beautiful touching words