She was safe in her mind
When the world didn’t want her.
Seemingly desolate,
Yet hope burned within.
A hope that one day,
The universe would love her.
A hope for the day
A million stars warm her skin.
A hope that she hung on;
A wrecking ball on a thread.
Such a fragile hope
Burning brighter than a warhead.
Yet time planted vengeance
And vengeance brought pain.
And as the pain bleeds out,
Inside comes the rain.
She was safe in her mind
Back when she stayed curled.
Her mind was safe in her,
Until she didn’t want the world.
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Author:
Hali (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Since I'm back on here for whatever reason, here's a poem I wrote a while ago that I never shared. It's about a process of emotion that many people deal with, and sadly far too many people reach the end of. How the wrong coping mechanisms and keeping stuff inside can lead to just as severe consequences as the reasons for needing to do them.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A lovely melancholy poem Harry. Really enjoyed it
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