Don’t Fret

Don’t fret

the rivulet

of not so kind words.

Do forget

the onset

of all needed unheard.

Don’t cry,

let tears run dry,

so you can finally let be.

Do try

to live not die,

so you can finally be free.

The Poetess

The musk of her words

Brings tears

like rainfall.

A weeping rain.

Heart caged.

Pulling at the bite.

The poetess.

Destroyer of Content.

The Bringer of the Real.

Keeper of the Imprints of Hearts.

When her words fall,

the world aches.

And there is no thing as a better place or time.