I was always a wallflower,
But I make a pretty good wallpaper too
Back against the wall for so long I’ve become the landscape
Spreading myself thin to seal every crack
Blocking off my only exits
Sealing off the oxygen
Suffocating myself within my self-created prison
Trying to break free feels like losing parts of me
Leaving behind skin and blood
To stain the rocks I crashed myself against
Forever remembering the mountain on my back,
The weight of the world crushing as I stumble,
I’ve forgotten how to stand on my own feet
But I think I’ll spend the next while crawling
Hands and knees, slither like a snake
Seeing what’s below the surface of everything
The new perspective is working for me
Tag Archives: emotional
Storms, Second Installment
You’re so used to my silence,
To my bearing your burdens quietly
It makes you feel better
To know I won’t complain,
That I’ll weather any storm you create
And still stand ready for more.
But today
I was not silent.
Although I never raised my voice
It sounded like thunder to my own ears,
Deafening in its purpose,
In its simplicity:
Enough.
My back is broken,
My wood boards wrenched apart and sails
Tattered and torn
From years of gales and lightning.
High winds of anger
Blown in your breath as you spit hurt like rain
Enough to drown me
But never enough to wash away the words
Already said.
Although rotten inside
From years of salt water tears,
I stand as tall as the mast
Upon which my white-flag rags once hung
An unspoken plea:
Surrender.
Does my strength surprise you?
Your forceful nature made me such,
Hardened like a lonely captain
Commanding a damned vessel
To her inevitable death.
