"words mean nothing," you hope -
in your anger, bile, and tears.
you've poured out your heart
with paper, and pen, and keyboard, and playlist, and life.
moulding great civilisations and intricate portraits and new lives and companions and loves.
you sew yourself together,
scattered fragments from your terror,
weaving a tapestry to replace your skin.
peel off the layers,
scrape away your pain
patching up wounds with words:
bandages from poems,
dressings from that play.
burn, burn bright as the stars in the sky -
distant and dying and alone.
shine, shine like that light on your desk...
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you edit, and change
constantly revising
the story in your head -
and I think that's okay.
december 3rd 2018 // nollaig 3ú 2018
song lyrics?
