With my words

In this pen dance .. I create sparks to fire up my independence.. Free to lay down words as I wish ..

Words inspire me to vibe with others .. From a safe distance .. connecting if given the chance .. Do you feel anything besides this?

Uplifting you want ? Reality I know .. we can only do so much.. Speaking from feeling.. I’m unwilling to conjure up triggers .. We’re you worried ? I send out love to see if it delivers ..

Do you know what it all means ? No? That figures .. I can’t hold you in a lesser regard .. I follow this train of thought .. Don’t think so hard .. See what happens ..

A unspecified disturbance .. coming forth .. so is this already a intrusion ? My pains are created by your illusions .. Bleeding out of my hearts contusion .. is there still confusion ?

How am I holding on ?

Crowded along theses faded lines awaiting for it to all become clear why this surface is swelling ? Set to break through .. Rise at strengths peak.. I’m so weak beneath my feet ..

Holding on with my words ..

Poetry by cycle of scars

Artwork by artist unknown