Wings In My RibcageA Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My Soul
It’s like this lame heart of mine
is reminding me that it’s still beating. Over-compensating by almost busting
through
my sternum, as if it fears I've left it behind, to be long forgotten. Stay calm, little bird, I can hear your fluttering. I never stopped listening.
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Added on January 20, 2015 Last Updated on January 22, 2015 Tags: chronic illness, anxiety, heart AuthorA Glow in the Pit of My SoulMAAboutMy Legs Can Barely Hold All My Heart & Soul. Live Tall, Live Loud, Live Wide. I was born an old soul with a fresh face, and a knack for taking whatever is in front of me and creating a mast.. more..Writing |