telling the truth and not choking is a talent
i'm trying to regain
after months of hoarding these boxes
these boxes lying right on my ribs
i'm finally letting the rest peer in
i'm finally decluttering that back closet, that back room, that empty space between being sad and being okay
and when i do speak up
and i will speak up
i won't be afraid
-y.s
YOU ARE READING
plastic flowers
Poetrylife is never perfect. it's messy and even the most perfect people put on a face. just like plastic flowers, from afar i can look put together but up close i'm everything but. *a collection of poems*
