She thought she's gotten better,
with the secret she can't keep
when she gets in bed at night,
no one sees her weep.
No one even knew,
that she didn't have a home
in her own porcelain flesh,
or the places her mind would roam.
Her eyes lost their sharpness,
with every breath she took
a mind that felt heartless
thought of the things she left untold.
One day she woke up,
in a new set of skin
her heart was a wild animal
and wonders where she's been.
It has always been there,
beating to the drum of life,
reveling in the good times
and relinquishing the past.
Despite the constant pleas,
the heart wouldn't give in,
each thump is for freedom
it all comes from within.
Lindsay I love this poem! The message, to me, is that it is hard to notice someone else's struggles on the outside, for it all comes from within. In the same way, power, drive, and courage come from within, from the heart. To be truly brave, you need the heart of a wild animal
ReplyDeleteAmazing job and beautiful poem.