Scarlet are my wounds that never seem to heal
Scars upon my skin like illegible braille
Anchor upon my heart pulling me deep into an abyss
Energy diminished as I break the surface
Emerald my envy grows for those without struggle
As things roll to their feet I stand in rubble
Bound by a dark cloud hung over me I am pushed onward by violent breeze
Sapphire my eyes turn as I weep from years of treatment I couldn't foresee
Leading me through a tunnel deep digging through mud I desperately seek
A way to find equality.
Citrine are my hopes and my dreams of cosmic changes and better things
I walk, crawl, and claw on my path Knowing it isn't easy but I don't dare fall back
I carry my burdens of boulders within my Birkin
I move forward as they lurk
In search of that rainbow at the end of the fork
I smile at the thought; "You know what, it just might work.
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Fancy J London
I/Me Complex and Fancy. Lover of expression metaphors and poetry. Fighter for a better world and a safer space for everyone and everything DV Survivor. ♥♥♥
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