inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Stranger to My Skin (Pt. 3)
Locked up without a cause or reason for, I found myself staring out a window. It was a desolate tree and I love that tree. The walls were as white as eggshells and the floor was tiled. Day one I was confused, I believed I was in the right place at the right time but I was wrong. I'm surrounded by strangers both On My Level and above me. The blue scrub wearing strangers held keys to understandings that were beyond my own. I was put in place yet, I was out of place.
By Brent Horling7 years ago in Poets
Stranger to My Skin (Pt. 2)
Steadfast in pace while moving. Picking up speed quickly as to blur when seen; her body sings songs sorrow as her soul was forced to this burning in a flesh like hell. Knowing she could be a closer version to what's reflected within if money wasn't an option and she had the desire for the surgery. She had been born into a body of opposite settings; she doesn't have any plans of getting her faulty body changed for she believes this is a lesson to gain from, rather than a curse of suffering. The growth in the depths of her patience is one of the many things that has been earned from this torture bestowed upon her.
By Brent Horling7 years ago in Poets
