Your Silence
Because I said Goodbye
Stripped of my identity
I stare down at my skin
Lying barren on the ground
Every ounce of body scowls
Nothing is going to be the same
Can’t seem to break free of my curse of you
Ever since I said goodbye
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Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Recently, I've delved into the mind...mine and others. Happy Reading. Wishing you well.
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I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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I love your style of writing. I think we have a lot in common... ☺️
Beautifully sad and relatable.