I love writing. I love it so damn much. I want to marry writing. I wrote a poem a couple of weeks ago during a songwriting class that I wanted to share.
Seasons change yet she remains tangled/ Strand upon strand / brand upon brand strangled / a vice grip on vanity / a nice strip of humanity / Hair grows from here to there / long refreshing curls with flair / autumn brings the fall / Falling out, calling out / chunks upon chunks / Gone /
Blood runs deep / and all she does is sleep / prick of needles reap havoc on the fears she keeps / hidden but not ridden / how will she be / how will she see? / with nothing to frame her face / humility brings forth grace / vitality has ample space / vanity can’t keep pace / battle’s won / it’s kind of done / but when will she fully embrace her recovery / her rediscovery of her brittle charm