Sometimes the voice isn’t being heard through a poorly built wall.
A system in place to keep one away and capture the lone wolves.
The breath beats to the other side of my heart and damage is done.
There is nothing to go back to bothersome or the words were infected.
Full of nothing, but careless actions from dismissive thoughts to destroyed bridges.

I burnt my bridges and my tongue from speaking to you.
Finding a voice of my own in these flowers is impossible if I’m burning inside.
If the flames never came back or held a special sacred place to death.
My picture frames of childhood was ripped out of the book and burned in the woods with the rest.
I forgot my old self and my old soul with poorly preserved to maintain the bones of one.
Child.

Cold and fostered.
Kept with the flesh and blood heartaches.
You made my heartache with a simple paper.
A simple word instead and the yellings of my actions.
I condemn you in my mind as not a good mother.
No near definition can be defined by how I feel or how you feel.
No words being said, only arguments not guaranteed of winning.
Coming out of the fight and choking on the rest.
The author proclaims the meaning from the sacred and the peace.

Told me to research a word definition on Google.
When the foul definitions represent the devil.
I repel that I won’t remain in the conscious part of your life.
The path you wanted me to take has ruins and marks into silver bones.
I stand deeply in my room being filled with peace instead of torture.
Sadness call it backwards in my feelings.
Ruined the heart of a child.