Myself

I've been consumbed by writer's block, But I'm back :)

I dust my naive mind with the soft bristles of a feather brush

Gently, polishing

My thoughts have been wrapped tightly and packaged

Sent far away

I’ve been biting my tongue and holding my breath for months

My lies are so common, they’re truths

I’ve grasped my own hands, preventing myself from falling

Comforting myself

My pocket knife of Bravery, is cutting the strings of Sadness

Am I myself yet?

Reviews

[Ashley Simonne]

I love it :)

[Westminster Abbey]

Naive would definitely be the word to describe me.

Gorgeous poem by the way, I look forward to more from you.

100/100

[Vic]

Words cannot describe how beautiful that was.

[Anna]

Thank you :)