Tears fill my eyes,
But no tears fall.
I'm too strong.
I'm too bold.
For this,
Or anything,
To hurt me again.
YOU ARE READING
Words Bleed, Deep Poetry for the Worthy
PoetryPoetry is how I identify and figure out the curses that the past has brought. The world my ancestors lived in I learned and built upon, trying to find a way to fix the damage.
