Where has my creative heart gone?
I used to dream fearlessly,
now fear makes me it's hostage.
My dreams are the ransom cost.
All my aspirations lost.
Will I ever dream again?
Where is my loyal Soul?
I used to believe in promises.
As trust forgotten makes bridges burn,
I find I tend to doubt them all
My anxiety enraptures my downfall.
Will I ever trust again?
Making clay masks of my broken heart,
I freely give them out to those around.
To be thrown and kicked, beaten and cursed
This dejection is not my first
Will I ever love again?
Burdened with emotional scars,
Blinking through the tearful wars,
My prison made of mental bars,
Though I long to fly with stars...
It's safer on the ground...
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
