Conflict...and my pink flag

June 22, 2012
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A knot, a heavy one in my heart

my lungs

my feet
can’t breathe nor walk
when was the last time I relaxed
my shoulders dropped, my brows rested
from their tense desire to search and find
an answer…solution
for the conflict I carry
on top of me
surrounding me
inside of me

pushing through my skin…inside n out
no way to escape
it takes a journey through my veins and meets more of its kind along the way
they form a group, mutate, rebel, revolt
Now an army _yet to be
Overwhelming complexity
Storms and conquers the simple me
Tell me! Oh where is the mercy?
There is none.
I question was there ever one?!
I raise it
I raise it way up high-for my reflection to see
White flag (translucent from my tears and red from my blood)
Pink flag – way too pretty for its purpose

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Nightlover said...
Jun. 27, 2012 at 2:34 pm
I ♥ this poem.It was so heartfelt!
nakoLa This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 29, 2012 at 7:01 am
Thank you so much! I used to not show my work to anyone, so this feedback makes me really happy :D
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