sometimes I pray
don’t know who
to these days.
but I do facing up
tears splash back
and words feel
like drowning.
And the sky
still blue, just
the darkest of
it’s hue.
I clutch myself
so tightly to
keep it all
from spilling,
the bits of me.
I bear all of this
agony and all
this secrecy
of pain I’ll take
with me to the grave.
So desperate I try
to save every bit
of myself,
so shameless and
nobody listen
to the voice in
which I speak so
vulnerably.
Everyone assigned
me identities,
and I feel alienated
in the only home that’s
guaranteed mine.
So alienated I
lost touch, and such,
I clutch myself together.
And the only way start
to seem like an attempt
to use my wings, save
myself, preserve the
tenderness of my heart.
Maybe then they’ll hear
my shameless vulnerability.
sometimes I pray
don’t know who
to these days.
don’t know who
to these days.
don’t know who
to these days.