i ventured to the outside world today,
my un-beating heart feeling quite untamed,
truly it’s a wonder that i didn’t
burst into flames.
i wonder how long will it burn
(before i can stop this self-denial)
the ashes away ending all tribulations and trials.
it’s so hard to remember a calmer time when
the stake at my heart wasn’t so firmly pressed
and the voice in my mind wasn’t choking on the anger
of how you left me so repressed.
yet often of late, with my darkest secrets kept
i wonder can i truly go on or has your absence
become my slayer from within making this daylight
all that’s left.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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