Sticks and Stones
Woah, I just wrote about the future.
Gotta shield my soul so when shots are next taken
I'll be safe and sound, and next time I won't drown
Can't keep allowing these sticks and stones to break me
Can't allow the demons to to shake me
I've been lost, I've been found
but it seems my only true peace
has been when nobody else is around
Alone in the universe
one day it won't matter
how much I've been hurt
one day it won't be hard
to write down these thoughtful words
my soul is so ready
to officially stop dreading
tomorrow
to achieve this goal
there's only a few ways I know
to finally not be affected by
these damned sticks and stones
that don't break my bones
and really just know
that my soul is my shell
my safe place, my home
my home away from Hell
About the Creator
Bailey Thornton
I’m a lone mommy of a handsome boy. & a full time advocate for anybody who can admit they need an advocate sometimes.. I don’t call my writings poetry, because it’s honestly just thoughts.
Thoughts that just happen to rhyme sometimes..
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