Angela Khristin Brown Poetess
Voices climb effortlessly
Through this gate of thorns
I become another
Wasted suicide
I become a prisoner of stolen voices
Empty hearts letting go
Relationships pierce the glass ceiling of my heart
I cry for all the life I love
I become the disabled poet
Singing words into a barren sky
Voices sing my name backwards
Lead me into a dance of death
Invisible wings
Cover my fears
Invisible wings
Cover my scars
I pray for the river of life
Where my feet dance joy
I cry for a river of love
Where my soul flows
I am the old poet
Of pain regret burden
I am the new poet
Writing life back into my breath
