Monday, December 1, 2025

T.B.B: Freedman's Bureau

Battle after battle 


I'm just trying to survive 

to outlast the blasts of despair

out of nowhere spies 

holding the line 

so you can't reach me

protecting 

my treasure. my mind 


It is bloody, I'm battered 

purple and warped from the constant fight

shattered bruises but standing 

wobbly knees 

heart 

hands and I can't 

see through the smoke 


How can I know that I am fighting 

my enemy 

my inner me 

infiltrating my soul's energy 

I can't be 

really this fucked up

love should be enough 

I do, right? 

share that feeling inside

my inner light 


Or am I at war for you 

marching with ruined shoes

gravel in every crack 

or do I really lack 

attention 

affection 

 direction to know 

where else am I supposed to go. 


Running fast. 

but breathe. breathe.

Here's good. It feels safe again 

I'll armor up again 

ready for the fight again 


this time I'll be fine

this time I'll be just fine




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