September 30th
A family gene
that jumped over her
#Charm
She couldn’t
Not with a filthy mouth
or dirty mind
Honesty in every word
She couldn’t
Not with a fearful heart
or dark soul
Her pain wishing to spill
Her family
#Charmed
Friends from foe
Neighbour
Stranger
But not her.
October 1st
My #identity is pasted on plastic cards
With a name
My height
My birth date
My address
But I am more
than a shitty picture
and basic details.
I have a voice
A face under my mask
Paper and Plastic
don’t define me.
October 2nd
#Trust is another thing
that rusts.
Breaks like a chain.
Nobody’s mistake.
October 3rd
This sword is sharp
Meant to cut
Render flesh
Into ribbons
Draw blood
With a jab
It’s thin
Like my #patience
Worn down
By quick words
And quicker stabs
Perhaps it’s best
I wield a wooden weapon
At least
Until I’ve proven
My #patience is stronger
My lips sealed
October 4th
Like a sun inside
The light fades
And #dims to darkness
Hides behind frowns
Forgets how
To even smile
She tries to rekindle
Reignite the flame
But the wick remains
Unburnt
The lighter flashes
To life yet drains away
And she remains
#dimmed
Kember's Journey 