Hair black as the raven
Circling the field of bodies below
The first kill was memorable
The thousandth was forgettable
Tag Archives: Strength
Poem: Still Beating
Hand to chest where I can feel
The rhythmic beating of a heart
That still pumps and beats and
Lives inside my body even when
My chest feels empty and my heart
Hurts from the invisible wounds
Poem: If Happiness Was
If happiness was a person
It would be mother
The voice of lullabies
Kisses good night
Words of encouragement
When the world seems too big