Weary Words from a Bath at Night


I sit in the darkness and listen to my heart.
I can feel it beat it's way out of my chest-
It clings to the steam by the window,
and makes a nest in my dirty dress.
There's bravery in the softness I manage for myself,
during the time when I am stone for anyone else.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem