The Little She’d Let Out

They don’t see the wars

We fight…

But one day…

My wars will end.

And I will not die.

One day, I’ll mend myself

I’ll better me for me

Because right now, I’m broken

And even if that’s how light gets in

I don’t see it

I don’t feel it

One day, I’ll lie down and not feel ruined.

Because I’ll be at peace

I’ll get lost in my thoughts and not ache

I’ll be where I want to be

I’ll see things unravel in line with my desires.

Apparel me with love

Adorn my heart with kindness

With a touch of modesty

And joy.

I’ll be at peace.



Kianda Joyce
Kianda Joyce
wondering wandering artist with a mind floating in a sea of creativity

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