I don’t want to fall to pieces
I don’t want to come unglued
I’ll keep my breaks and scars bonded:
Liquid gold tattooed
And when the scars begin to bleed
I’ll try to think less of you
The gold in place to remind me that,
That, I have been renewed
Every word is a memory.
Each a punch in the gut,
a crack in the heart.
But these wounds
somehow craft me
into a new piece of art.
I am, but a sensitive soul
Living in a world of fear and control
Feeling every motion push and pull
Lately, it feels, it’s taken a toll
I can feel myself start to unravel; unroll
But I won’t grow cold
My cracks are filled with gold 💛🖤