she used to have words that made her feel
an universe of beauty in her soul every time she reads
a garden of dreams
a graveyard of hope
a dark moonlit night
all made sense in her head
when words held her heartstrings tight
but now all that she has
is all that makes her, her.
an universe of beauty in her soul every time she reads
a garden of dreams
a graveyard of hope
a dark moonlit night
all made sense in her head
when words held her heartstrings tight
but now all that she has
is all that makes her, her.
Old ghosts of hope
withered flowerbeds
& starless skies
She was never lost.
She was beaten to life
And without words
How would she survive
So, look at her
Ruined like a majestic
Monument in sight
Decades of struggle
And kindness despite
All the hatred and spite
is it too late to save a monument with kindness and little effort when all she ever wanted to words to feel again?
R.K.
18.27
11. June. 2023
