Bring Gloves...

A Poem by ExposedSiren

This is nothing but venting, enjoy

I am a mess.
I am destructive.
I am sharp shards of broken glass,
Ready to cut your skin,
and Slice your tendons.

I am rain and tears,
Dripping down your pages,
Blurring your lines.

I am a ghost,
The noises that keep you up at night,
The whispers that make your heart-beat creep...

I am a lock,
Intricately crafted to keep the strays away,
Ready to break your picks.

I am the gate in your way,
and I keep up a good front,
But I am decaying,
and the locks are breaking,
and I am stuck in the middle,
Pretending to be standing Strong,
       Steady
       Solid
       Dauntless
       Polished
       Armored
       Aggressive
...complete.

In all fact,
all I am is
Healing,
and probably not in the best way,

But in the only way I've ever known.

© 2016 ExposedSiren

Author's Note

Music That struck a chord with me;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfD96yRT8cs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiQIc7fG9pA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=so8V5dAli-Q