Inside my chest
is a raging child
she buckles up her seat belt
and waits for the accident
it is coming
it always does.
I remember her at six
how the piano freed her soul
and anger burned her wings
in burial grounds
where her mother met her fate.
This storm inside her at sixteen
tore apart all her friendships
these addictions to people
taught her about toxicity.
Now at thirty-four
she sleeps alone
and waits for the shores
of her youth to be
taken by the roads she missed.
She is a calm wave
waiting for her destiny
and lightening.
Return once again to the piano. —CC
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Love this, Christina. 💕
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Thanks Etic x
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Impressive peice of poetry penned amazingly.
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Impressive peice of poetry penned amazingly.
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thank you 🙂
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Omg i adore this!!!
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thank you!
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Talented beautiful poetess
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Awwww bless you xx
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