A Poem By Brooke Boddie
You’ve grown horse from speaking your truth
Because no one was listening for quite some time…
Therefore, you had to repeat yourself.
But the narrative is different each time you tell your story.
Causing you to drive over to the dark side
-Hoping to find solace.
You were never the same since then.
You gave yourself away
-Sacred parts of yourself, ones you’ll never get back;
reoccurring nightmares about.
I want you in your natural state
Against the leaves;
Nothing on this earth belongs to me,
Not even people.
You were Alive
You were unconscious
Inebriated. Out of your mind.
Living, outside of your body.
I hope you follow the beam
It IS As it seems–
We’re keeping the Light on.