I screamed
But no words came out
Burning in rage
Yet all composed
This mind wants to get even
But the heart says otherwise
Forgive, absolve, stop
It repeatedly cries
Everything feels broken inside
Pieces on the floor that I can't pick up
Shard glass that can still woe me
As I walk around it unshod
This pain will stop
Surely, one day it will
And I'll bear the scars
That will remind me to be still
Will my questions be answered?
Please give me my rest
I'm getting too tired
I want my life zest
~ February 2017
"I once wanted to be a BUTTERFLY..."
About Me
- rotzie prata
- Makati, Philippines
- Organized Chaos. A storm calmed by the King. Daughter of the best Abba. ♥ I write because it's my way of expressing what I couldn't say out loud.
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