Day: Apr 4, 2022

Even feathers turn to weapons in violent hands,

And people turn on each other in your homeland.

I used to swallow small towns like a hurricane,

Now my consciousness beats me with a grey cane.

Still, they beg me to return and built a new order,

A system so transluscent it has no real borders.

But I am trapped between the cracks on a glass,

I am stuck in reflections and I dream of green grass.

So, just let me live in these bones I have gathered.

There is only so much I can do before I shatter.

Even blades turn to shields for those in need,

And people lose count of the reasons they bleed.

-Jackie