Sprouting
Katherine Knutsen
Finger rebellion
Metacarpal hellions
These hands are sick of Styrofoam
If it's not real leave me alone.
Your steel enigma bound me for years
My tender heart held you so dear
Well, ice queen
My teenage dream
Has long thawed out and I'm not seeking steam.
Chasing fire
Yearning for grit
The kind that braves the storm
And dances in its midst.
Soil is royal and I want to get lost in it
Let the life seep back into my wounded spirit
Raw, pure, organic love
Peace below, hope above.
For a time, I thought my wings were clipped
My new persona seemed tame, my freedom stripped
Convinced I'd never fly again, I buried myself alive
Darkness be damned, I'm back, ready to thrive.
Scratching the surface
Oh so nervous
Far from worthless
I deserve this.
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