They kneel before me as I enter the city.
No knives, no boots,
Just some hope behind layers of pity.
I will never surrender, I will never cave.
This is my home,
No need for me to play this brave.
My dark thoughts work better alone.
The misery never leaves,
It whispers, curses and moans.
But I dream about my city when I sleep.
This is my haven,
This is the heart I wear on my sleeve.
And they kneel as I am ready to dive in.
No fear, no dreams.
Just some salvation, perfectly silent.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 