bruised and calloused
from crawling on my hands and feet
i'm not complaining.
my cheeks are stained and streaked
with age-old tears and grieving
my silence is complete.
it's my turn.
bruised and calloused
from crawling on my hands and feet
i'm not complaining.
my cheeks are stained and streaked
with age-old tears and grieving
my silence is complete.