Stripped of peace & power,
Stripped of fire & water,
Bang, bang goes the heart
thud goes the dream...
Pieces of hate & pain,
Filling up my empty veins
& pulling me...
into...
the darkness.
But I know now to reach,
to grasp your hands
through space & 'social distance'
to be accountable for all intake,
to my mind...
to my heart...
to my soul...
to my body.
The dark & the light they fill,
fill me up, up, up and away.
From the heresy of his words
from the metaphorical boot
on
my
back.
From the manipulation of his lies
in
my
ears.
I'll take it back with me
when you take my hand sister,
& keep the strength I thought was stolen.
Because time keeps going,
the Earth keeps spinning,
& truth becomes clear...
& your trust has already been broken beyond repair
in the eyes of youth,
that look nothing like yours.
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Natalie Felix
I am an old soul with many stories in my head...from many lifetimes. Some are true. Some less so.
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