Unbound

A poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read

Drawing by me

They say I handled it with grace

but madness tore me down.

I lost the spark that lit my soul

and silence let me drown...

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚ . ✦

I shattered. Hard. I broke alone.

Their words were sharpened blades

My smile, fiercer than any mask

A weapon I had made.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚ . ✦

I did not handle. I endured.

Survival was the cost.

I clawed through life with bloodied hands

refusing to be lost.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚ . ✦

No choice was left. No mercy shown.

I rose from tears and pain.

But now my heart is iron-clad

A fire none can chain.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚ . ✦

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.