Goldenrose

Hello writers, artists, friends, and fellow members! 

Look, even she's crying.

A girl pointed at me, before first period

Look, even she's crying

I write too much of things that aren't real. The imagined fear and pain of living a life I haven't got.

This life I have, this life is real, and I am on the precipice of demise. 

No. 

I refuse to be afraid.

We are so caught in the coming climb

We forget to turn and see the cliffs we've scaled.

I am living in a country where a woman is bracing for a climb to greater heights

You resurrected me just to

rip my heart out and

smash it to pieces

No one was surprised it was made of glass

I could see my reflection in my

lifeless heart as we

stood over it-

broken, distorted by the