you must never cocoon me
when i want to freefall
nor cuff my wrists in place
when i need both hands
to write,
to create,
to strangle myself
remember
when the world claims
that love holds fast and never let’s go
remember this
i am yours to love
i am no one’s to keep
Categories: Poetry Writing
Tags: death depression letting go love poetry possession suicide
Journal: Oct.26.2020
October 26, 2020
Made of Sand
October 8, 2020
Not Dura, but Alaminadura
October 1, 2020