i carry
my past in my shoulders
and my caution
in the knots in my stomach
my exhaustion lives in
the arches of my feet
and the space behind my eyes
i hold empathy in my chest,
hidden behind my lungs,
where you'll find my secrets
i carry my stress in my spine
and my anger
in the bottom of my stomach
in my hands,
my health in my fingertips and
ambition in my knuckles and
creation in my palms
i carry my own story and
it lives within my skin,
waiting to be heard,
waiting to be told
my past in my shoulders
and my caution
in the knots in my stomach
my exhaustion lives in
the arches of my feet
and the space behind my eyes
i hold empathy in my chest,
hidden behind my lungs,
where you'll find my secrets
i carry my stress in my spine
and my anger
in the bottom of my stomach
in my hands,
my health in my fingertips and
ambition in my knuckles and
creation in my palms
i carry my own story and
it lives within my skin,
waiting to be heard,
waiting to be told
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ShanRippWriting
Oct 04, 2018
This is wonderful. Your imagery in the poem is amazing and I can really feel the pressure and the exhaustion. Great job.