Sep 2, 2020
i tiptoe in the spaces were my silence can be read so loudly, i skip bridges i know can’t take the quaking in my bones, i feel the fault lines growing
and from the east, i see a light willing me in the shadows, me from inside my head where all the screaming rings, where tears are always just on the edge, just over
but here, my walls, the only constant company safety pins keeping the smiles from coming undone, the laughter from the bitter, the conversations form cobwebs after cobwebs
after, and after, still this is all i do because bravery is feeble and courage is fake, because a wisp of the wind could break me so easily and so i wonder. i wonder how i am still standing at all
