recreate the fragments wrecked after the fallout.
broken hopes and shattered dreams.
listen to the voice within that seems to call out,
instead of searching for a salve to soothe the sting.
thorny foes lie beneath the beauty of the red, red rose. drawing crimson; when all she meant was to protect herself, she leaves you stricken. daily prompt: Thorny written by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017 photo found on pinterest
puncture this paper heart. turn the volume down; i am not a paragon of perfection, and i never will be. stop them from meddling with my blossoms as they push through the ashes. cut the strings that loop and tangle. taper this fear; lengthen the peace. permeate the bottled up emotions and let relief pour out of the top. "create in me a clean heart" a total restoration. triumphant, i will be. poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks © 2017 photo taken by bryan gonzalez
kicking and screaming
on the cusp of twenty-four.
when will i grow up?
haiku by jaceycaitlynspeaks ©2017
if i am to survive this, i must be catapulted by a detonation so powerful, it pushes me towards the sun. there, i can radiate alongside her and become infused with light. there will be reprieve from my woes and transgressions, leaving only the ability to paint an impressionable shadow on the earth.