Day 307: Stumble

Why do I stumble over my words, in this mad desire to be heard. Staggering, fast and without pause, nervous that you will notice the flaws. Reason and emotion stand on opposite ends, pretending that they don't have the same intent. If I can survive this night, my heart intact, then maybe I will, finally,… Continue reading Day 307: Stumble

Free verse, Poem

Day 70: Heart Break

Scream into the void, Capture the moment, the voices The pressure builds, Three Hearts break. My body is not my own, In this moment, in this time, The pain belongs To the world bound by custom. A hidden scar, Rubbed raw with each breath, Each moment, each whisper Finding no comfort in known roles Words… Continue reading Day 70: Heart Break