
They say I handled it with grace
but madness tore me down.
I lost the spark that lit my soul
and silence let me drown...
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . ✦
I shattered. Hard. I broke alone.
Their words were sharpened blades
My smile, fiercer than any mask
A weapon I had made.
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . ✦
I did not handle. I endured.
Survival was the cost.
I clawed through life with bloodied hands
refusing to be lost.
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . ✦
No choice was left. No mercy shown.
I rose from tears and pain.
But now my heart is iron-clad
A fire none can chain.
˚ ✦ . . ˚ . ✦
About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Comments (4)
Love this! The art is fantastic, and the ending of your poem had such a satisfying turn. Great job :)
This was so freaking powerful! Loved your drawing and poem!
Your drawing is awesome! I love to see the other types of art that artists create 🖤 I love how your smile became your weapon, though it was hard, you came out the other end a powerful woman 🖤 The shapes and stars you used remind me of celestials, like through it all, you had the stars on your side ✨
Alright Sara! Come through with the Come through. You lit this page on fire with your fierceness and your talent! Go gurl! 💪🏾💕