Writing my Life on Sticky Notes
so no one would piece them together
Writing my life on sticky notes
so no one would piece them together
to know inside I'm a bundle of shards
kept whole by the zipper of my sweater
If only they know when they're patting my shoulder
their cutting sharp edges into my skin
Where pain explodes in fiery balls
where comfort should have been
If only they know every time I rise
Something inside me is bound to collapse
and if I dare to reach the summit
into only to start a new relapse.
If they'd only piece the sticky notes
to know inside I'm breaking through
but the only reason I still dare to write
is because I know no one will do
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
Enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
It is interesting Licht.
Oh wow, this was powerful. Incredibly done, T! 💌
Oh hard hitting and poignant- great job and hope all is ok!!
Creative writing!
Wow really it's taste is different.