poem: she used to have words

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.

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

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