Dec 11, 2017
not me
i am no less powerful than the ocean. i can destroy lives with a single line. i carry secrets that i’ve kept for years on end. i’ll create words and spin them off my tongue, to spend their eternity alone, lost in the sand of time. i am no less powerful than the moon i can elicit tears with a single, lonely croon and lay them soft in the thistle-down of sorrow with glassy eyes turned toward the morrow i am no less powerful than the stars i am physically and mentally full of scars; i am forced to breathe through pain until i can finally go home again i am no less powerful than a storm i’ve decided not to mourn the little girl i used to be i am not her; she is not me.
