A hurricane inside; a snowstorm outside, I'm here alone.
And the Birds, residing in my limbs finally take flight.
These wounds,
unhealed, finally begin to scar over.
And I found my courage in a jar of change,
and sewed in into my heart skin.
With the tiny little fragments of the past, leeching through and away;
my snow angels unearthing petite sighs, making slow movements in the blizzard of my mind. And its circumstantial at best, but I feel a bit together again;
I got a piece of me back again.
Zainab I "Zed" Bold
- 16 years, 23 days ago
