The things that live
On the tip of my tongue,
Crawled to the back
Of my throat
And I choked
Holding them captive.
I was lost in a labyrinth of my past,
Yearning to be born again
And let the trapped words
Shoot past teeth,
That suddenly confined me,
In memories of defeat.
It had been a long time
Since I let this haunting silence
Take my earned peace.
Because I have found Heaven
In speaking fluently
Of all the things
That have moved me
And all the poignant moments
That have made me
Into this indestructible
One woman army.
@deadofnightpoetry
About the Creator
Tessa Glasgow
35. Stay at home mom. Dark Poetess
IG: @deadofnightpoetry
My debut poetry collection, “Wildfire From Hell: Poetry and Prose,” is now available on Amazon.
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