a tiny wire doll
She walks with winter,
sings of snow
and prays the birds will fall.
She counts the stars
three
two
one
as she swallows earthly light,
she spends ages runningsweet soliloquies in the night.
She listens to her inner Ladyspilling lies of perfect flight
and she sheds the layers day by day,counting bones to make things right.
5 comments:
I just thought this was worth sharing. I send this as a prayer for those who feel that they are imperfect
and waste away
trying to reach
the unreachable, unreal
flawlessness.
Breathtaking. I get so happy when I find a new blog I know I will be following for years to come. xx
Oh, and I really must expressly thank you so much for adding me to your Wings list! It's an honor to be listed beside all of those amazing blogs. <3
Oh, this is really wonderful! I have been that "her" before. On those days when I seem to be drowning in my own insecurities.
not wendy: Thank you so much for following ^^ you are a huge inspiration and I'm honored.
Melee: I loath those days. They create cavities in my soul. Thankfully, sometimes a poem or two will sprout there, and the ones grown are always more incredible than the ones thought up.
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