the crows

okay, hear me out here. i started writing a sweet poem and stopped myself. i know i’m not too much or so i’ve been told 😉 but years and years of feeling like it always has me second guessing myself. i yearn for the day i can freely share the happiness that resonates each and every day. turns out when i write, the heavier vulnerabilities flow like wine on a girl’s night. side note, i would absolutely love a crow bestie. here’s the crows:

keep the voices down, they seek to stifle you
guard yourself, but only from within
your own worst enemy & greatest confidant
your biggest hero & kryptonite

feeling so deeply a curse that you must bear
for if you share
who would be there to pick up the pieces of you
that you scattered among the past

a breadcrumb trail that cannot last
for the crows they follow & croon
remembering anything and everything
horrible you could ever do