jamming the keys into my car,
I drove toward the setting sun.
this place makes you comfortable
with discomfort.
I drove fast enough to not have to see
my childhood bleed into my past,
fast enough
it became a blur.
see, I'm from the hospital
next to the drug store
with its windows busted out,
and that was just home then...
though my family had no legs to stand on
though I had no ground to root
myself in.
I don't think any child should
have to raise themselves,
but I do think
it makes them as tough as nails.
tracing the scar above your eyebrow,
hearing Bauhaus on some station
and never ever caring
where that road went.
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⋆♱𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱♱⋆ (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
Tough circumstances breeds tough people a very nice write
The write inducates someone who has found the inner strength to overcome a bad start in life, this write would be encouraging for those who struggle to find that strength, nicely expressed and written
I agree with both Soren and Tobani (Poetic License) below. This is a phenomenal write. It is a poem of resilience and proundly important for those who may be going through similar things. A fave for all those reasons. Happy Saturday, dear friend! 🖤🌹👏
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