Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

quieter, lighter

my weakness tends to speak louder
than the proudest of my strengths –
mostly because i think, and think
and think until i’ve sunk the ship
i’m sailing until it no longer sinks
my weakness is quieter, lighter, and
stronger, it tends to rest on
top of the highest peaks of my heart,
it’s the beauty rushing, stammering
clawing apart the words i speak
when separating myself from the dark

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