The pain landed in her bones, a forever ache looking out from the wreckage of a fractured soul. What was meant to be a celebration has transformed into a gravestone. She walked the streets searching for signs of the gift she once held in her womb.
….the missing face
Text© Nikki Sterling @paragonwords 2015-2019 All rights reserved.
She wanted more than hollow words and pretty smiles, she wanted the darkness that lived in her mother’s eyes to touched her. She wanted to understand how someone so fragile could carry so much pain tucked away beneath her rib cage. All the damaged years, every lonely nights tells the same story.
She found a way to shine through the pieces of her fragmented soul.
Text© Nikki Sterling @Paragonwords 2015-2019. All rights reserved.
I choose the darkness
The late lament of my soul
Held me hostage
Pain dropped in my bones
Paralyzed my love for you
Your existence pierced
And I’m left to
Curate my pain in silence©