Miraquill
There’s nothing in the world that could
surprise us like the seeds we planted but
failed to check its growth continuously.
theboywiththespecs
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Perhaps, if I go quiet,
I wouldn’t have anything to say.
Words are but thoughts
with a name. They’ll disappear. -
Scars: the stories left behind by
wounds time didn’t wait for. -
Lost for words,
I looked at you;
hoping you’d figure
what I had to tell.
Clueless, you shrugged at me;
your mouth stuffed with
shameless words that
wear sunglasses to bed.
Hesitant of risking a goodbye,
I hid under the bedstead
and fell into a slumber.
Now that I have words—
and that you are “missing”—
I may get out of the daze
I put myself in. -
I hate to bring it up,
but world, you owe me
my peace of mind. -
What good is a thought
if it doesn’t grow wings
and escape my mind? -
Kindest wounds are those
that hurt but doesn’t leave a
scar behind; burns but can’t
be treated with a salve, and
stays forever as a reminder. -
Hurt me kindly.
I will take your kindness
and leave behind the
hurt, swan-like. -
It shouldn’t be this hard
to be heard. Had I made this
world, I would have given the
wind ears, so people like me
wouldn’t have to become
broken writers. -
I have no good reason to be here.
But I show up because it’s the only
place I have a shot at finding one.
