Searching
Born from the chaos that welcomed me with a closed fist
Eyes open wide with the taste of anxiety upon my lips
I tuck myself away deep into my mind
Somewhere other than here will be just fine
Is it safe to emerge from the depths of my own despair?
Or should I dwell a little longer, and ponder, how I've become so self aware
The sad little naive girl grew up to view the world through a cracked and broken lens
Crawling through shards of bloodied glass to find a love that would just make sense
Unaware that the kind of love she desired would never show up
That kind of love appears within when you've filled your own cup
Copyright © Jessica Jones | Year Posted 2025
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