beats.

beats.

A Poem by Britanie

my heart skips beats and i write.

i fight with my own expressions

and i speak careful words

Suppression.

my tongue becomes numb and i swallow with careful hesitation

my bones ache and i wish on numbers for relief.

i feel more than i should

my senses are open wounds,
feeding on protection, balance, correction.

a higher understanding for all the pain.

where hope is lost i am lost

i keep on with the things that beat and breathe.

© 2009 Britanie


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"I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. The two elements of passion are rapture and melancholy. It seems to me, I am that incarnate." Free-flow writin.. more..