Poems from cyndakwil
It hurts to breathe and I growtired of beingsplintered ribs can holdno fluttering soulghosts of the past have takenrefuge in vacated space...
I told you that no matter what, I’d be okay.
"I’m always okay."
It’s been a while since I’ve had to say those words...
When did male become synonymous with strong?
When did female mean delicate.
When I was young, I was called a tomboy and was told my...