My Lips Are Sewn
My lips are sewn-
for silence is all I've ever known,
and all I was ever shown-
so to this habit, I too, became prone;
a habit that thrives, though I have grown.
My desires and goals shaded by a heart,
that was once so cold-
and continues to unfold,
and though I am now told-
resentment stays uncontrolled.
For as a child, I was undersold;
to keep it brief-
this soon came to be my belief;
that I was in no way unique-
and affection, unable to receive,
a thought, that still aggrieves-
everything inside of me.
Copyright © Carly Larkin | Year Posted 2013
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