My poetry, a healing journey back to myself.

[Jules]

Shalimar, your pain isn’t comprehensible to those who haven’t been there. Keep being strong.

 

[palides2021]

Grave Intent

By request,
Soft in the lap
Of Death, I sing.
I am his child,
Born of a tattered
Joy, love on a
Rusty nail, palm
Prints on a bloody
Sigh. His lullaby,
Plucked on the
Shattered sinews
Of my soul.

I love your poetry @Shalimar ! Thanks so much for sharing!

 

[Shalimar]

And so, she bleeds,
Sliding down their
Razor blade while
Spinning on a dime.
Red leather on the
High wire, screaming
Without a net as the
Needle calls her name.

 

[Jules]

You have so much to share, Shalimar. There are some others here and many IRL who will help you and appreciate your help. Hugs.