I'm still growing up;
Learning new lessons,
I fall down but I won't give up.
I'm a warrior, I know how to move on.
Bruises are my shield.
They will bring me to higher places.
On this broken heart, my castle, I will build.
Fill these windows with mosaic faces.
You've slain me a million times.
But now I'm standing on solid ground.
I've picked myself up and turned my scars into rhymes.
The sun is here, your ghost is nowhere to be found.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
