Sudden surge of pain
My foot met it’s match that day
Kids and their weird toys
Sudden surge of pain
My foot met it’s match that day
Kids and their weird toys
Blue eyes deceive me
Silent pain is the loudest
Brave to love again
And her fire burned so bright
It could not be contained
Unleashed
Untamed
As she was always meant to
The sky lit up when she smiled
Welcome home
Pages in my journal filled with spilled ink
Teapots and kettles whistle at me for more
-The pressure I feel to say the right thing-
As the whistle grows louder, I write faster
Conveying words as if they were me
Strong and black
Spilled ink is nothing more than a mess
Unless spilled with the intention to heal
And now that I am empty
My audience is full
They whistle no more
Ready to pour out and fill the cup of another