Sense

September 7, 2018 ~ Friday

Little lips

Little bits of me, the tips

Of where all words begin and end

Little place to hide my insides

Toss and turn

What they don’t know won’t hurt

Cut, scrape, bruise or burn

Bring the ice

Little fire within me

Settling

Unsettling

Kindling to kindred spirits

Withdrawn

Soon to hear it

Little voice inside won’t speak

Can’t dream, but to dream is to sleep

Inspiration by: Shakespeare’s Hamlet