Hard as the dance floor
Protective as the fortress
Nothing penetrates
The armour of numbness
Within there is liquid
Uncertain confusion
Unsaid desperations
Interior opposition
The feelings, they stay
Well contained, undisturbed
But only to rot
The inside of the nerd
Who thinks she can win
By her stubborn reluctance
To accept the truth
That her life is forever
Forever and ever
Changed
Not ever to be
The joy it once was
Not in the same way
No, not the same joy
~S.L.
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Shannon Loewen
Hi there :) I use poetry as a processing tool and only recently began to share my works. Thank you for reading them <3
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The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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