Poems from musingpenfeme
There’s a myriad of things you won’t let go of.Like the bouquet of thorns scratching your wrists,And the ring of poison ivy wrapped around...
Often times,
I struggle to find myself.
On the brink of adulthood,
I have a few foolish ambitions.
I am a writer of sorts,
Some concur,
But...
LightWhat is there to know?DarknessWhat is there to show?PainWhat is there to heal?HappinessWhat is there to feel?Inquiring of the elements...
“Sing a hopeful song!”They said.“A catalyst for revolution!”They cried.“A song for the rebels…”They shouted.
Strange it is,How our minds...
When no one knows yourVicesand faults;Casualtiesand thoughts;Doubtsand fears;Lossesand leers;Defectsand flaws;Combatantsand claws,...