Broken reflections of who I tried to be Little girl lost in her mother's kingdom Were they ever truly seen? Lion heart hurt in the siblings' freedom
By Cara Pleym5 years ago in Poets
My depression stares back at me lidless and lifeless. The stupor is sullen, self-loathing. The festering liquids track acidic
I was born beneath the water, a violent crashing sea. Eyes of ice and flame quenched hands, hair of gold long since faded and a voice submerged and quiet.
What does it mean to you? Is it your favourite colour, the essence of the sea, universal in nature, a gleam of sunlight glancing clear?
I always found myself beside the fire. Worshipped dragons for their mastery of this devastating force. Protected others at such cost
You are my sunshine... my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey... It was the childhood I dreamed of but never received.
