I stand on everythingWhich used toSuck the lifeOut of me. I stand onWhat usedTo hold me captive.Under my feetAre my Insecurities. Under my feetIs all
Author: poetry_de_ria
I am a UK student studying medical physiology writing once was my outlet but now I write to inspire and bring togetherness with my poems. writing it comes automatically
Act of war
Breaking awayFrom the norm.You’ve said yourFirst noWhich is anAct of war.Everything isA constant struggle. You say noWhen you usedTo say yes.You’ve brokenAway from the norm.You
The human behind the ink
Perfectly flawed.A beautiful mess.Smiling and moving on.Trying with each dayNot to turn back. The human behindThe ink.Perfectly imperfect.Loved unconditionallyBy someone who maybeIn the present orWaiting
All systems go
The red lightWas activeFor a year.ScheduledRoutinesWere scrubbed off.All systems wereDisrupted. The emergencyWas not planned.The death ratesWere not expected.Traditional freedomWas tampered with.Like caged animalsBut we have
The dark room
I am in thedark roomThat’s wheredevelopement happens.Tiny bits of exposure.Sparks fearWithin me.My muscle tenses up. I am in thedark room.That’s whereDevelopment happens.I thought I’d beHere
Habibi you don’t understand
Your words areLike Plasters thatBatch up my brokennessTogether.Habibi you don’t understandI pray you’ll understandOne day. When we comeTogether.When we meetPhysically, I prayThat God gives meThe
