Tangents Stories

Eggshells

In the mirror: pain, An echo that has resonated  through blood and bone. I keep your secret within my own (the one I told you, the one you brushed aside). Your life still wounds me, still feels unlike the version of you that they all knew.

Defiance

You think that because you broke me you made me. Let there be no mistake: the truth is you did neither and you never will. You will never lay claim to the person I became when I summoned my bones to rise and lift myself beyond your reach, out of your short sight, too strong for your muscular will at last. Better to stand late Than play dead under the boot.

Roots of Emotions

I am loved Appreciated Tied to your heart and joy I’m used during dances I am given to show affection I’m am held close With plastic wrap I will stab you if I’m not handled With the love in which I was given Ironically, I am also tied to pain and, sorrow Gently laid on your final bed As your tears hydrate me The eulogy given As you hold me wishing Things could be different The pain I represent is also tied to the love and appreciation I’m given with I am love Affection  Congratulations,