For two years,
I let the words flow down my wrists,
and drip from my fingertips
to later be put into makeshift scenery.
For years I’d known
how to move forward in a life
that was only my own in my creations;
When my imagination was let loose
from the heavy lead in my soul.
In this time,
I spent many clock’s lives
learning and growing
through thick slabs of concrete
how to survive the impossible.
But in the months before now,
when I learned how to breathe
beyond the vacuum sealed soil,
it has come clear to my mind
that i do not know how to spell ‘freedom
without craving it.
I feel the pressure of struggle
was the only way to feed
a mind starving for release.
For two years,
I made these hands my only;
and now that I’ve traveled so many miles,
I’ve forgotten how to include it in this new life.
This was so beautiful, Marysa. Looking forward to reading more from you.
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Awhh thank you!! 😋😋😋
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I love this so much!
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Thank you!
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Painful-ly beautiful! 💜
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Awh gabby thank you. Your comment is so in depth and well thought out and realistically there’s no way for me to really respond or represent what it means to me so thank you
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Holy shit dude, this is amazing. It’s probably one of my favorites of yours.
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Lol, thank you, i like it too.
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