I hear a soft voice in my ear, Cannot make out the words for fear. The message is too good to be true, Long, so long, overdue.
By Hannah Hooper5 years ago in Poets
Broken arrow! Broken arrow! Resources from others we need to borrow! Ourselves not enough, Only so long we can bluff.
Who is an addict; in a sense, It’s someone who uses a substance, A substance to dispense. Dispense the emotional volcano so intense.
Inhale; exhale, So the lung air doesn’t stale. In through the nose; out throw the mouth, Letting the body settle down.
Don’t Throw the Fight Panting; gasping for air, Ears peeled for the buzzer blare. When the end is nowhere in sight,
When depression takes a crippling hold, With a grip that is icy cold. Hearts drop to zero below, Frozen and hard is your soul.
A stirring inside that will not abate, No matter how long I stop and wait. A fight or flight response; primate, My system triggered; on automate.
Color Blind Unity and Love When I was young I was color blind, Breathed into me there was only one kind. One kind of love; one kind of person,
Color Blind To Unified and Kind When I was young I was color blind, Breathed into me there was only one kind. One kind of love; one kind of person,
