When the moon is faded from sight And nothing is wrong or right When only confusion wins And people cannot hear within
By Victoria Paffrath7 years ago in Poets
It is white. brick. cold. It is all around me. I'm seized. captured. trapped. starved of what I need. All the comfort I once knew has faded.
Inside my body is a young woman full of life Ready to jump and run and dance all night long Inside my body is strength and truth