Pillow Thoughts
I am the echo of all trades;
The tapestry of my past, present, and future;
Woven with the strands of lessons learned,
Strong armor forged in the battlefield of experience;
Scorched lips burned with words,
some said and some that were not;
Fragile and shaky lips,
sore from the whispers and meaningless touches;
Mouth left chapped and seeking tender love;
Swarming, they create a war of their own;
I lie awake at night, stuck in a firestorm
with these pillow thoughts.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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