When you stop dreaming, do you die?
When you stop crying, because the well is dry
Will you understand that I am more than just what you see
Is it hard to comprehend that I will always be me
I was born in the biggest storm there ever was
I am not easily intimidated, back up because
The more you push, you build that fire within
You want to stir that pot, I’ll push you in
You say I am angry, I say you didn’t read the room
You say I need to calm down, I say you need to leave the room
Climbing to reach the top of the mountain in the sky
I be damn if you try to make my dreams die
You do not have the power to take away what is meant for me
You cannot see it, because it is my destiny
I am going to tell you this because I know you are hurt
Time heals all wounds except that scab
you are letting feaster and allowing it to become worse
Stop picking at it, stop picking at me
I am not the target of your misery
Go through your stages of grief
Then let it go, try to find some peace.
Oohhh. Let it rip Fia!!
Love the kick ass vibe chica!
Thank you sometimes listening to music gets me going. lol
Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with some clever wordplay my friend. Dig the vibe! Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. glad you liked it;))
hello beautiful Fia your strength makes you beautiful…this is awesome and emotive poetry… ❤️
Thank you Crimsin, you are sweet for saying that.
Nice rhyming with a little fire Lady, Tight
Thank you, Me:))
The thing about wounds is that if we don’t get them clean before they seal, infection will begin the rot. And that is toxic. Fierce statement here, Fia
Thank you, Willow;))
You have a strong voice Fia. A voice that says what needs to be said, that keeps it real. And you put that voice into your art. Loved reading your poem Fia.
-Curt
Thank you so much, Redzone;))
Damn woman! Who got your knickers in a bunch? LOL
Kidding. I love a good kick ass write. I like confidence! You really got your points across for sure. Very creatively at that.
Awesome.