Alias Posted on January 4, 2020 by Lisa Rosier For some purpose, a scheme most grand He, needing your needles now, whispers your alias Loving only his broken-record voice Revolutions — he cannot keep count anymore I, with clean heart and tear-stained kitchen floors, no longer live to hear My blessed middle name upon an Imposter’s lips You and I, givers Pawns in a taker’s desperate game May you win with me Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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What a powerful statement, an enduring strive from beneath the tears. Moving, I’m lost for words..
How beautifully kind of you to tell me. It’s my battle cry to women: Know that there are hurting people out there, hurting other people instead of doing the inner-work necessary to heal themselves. Help them if they’ll let you, but for sure set boundaries.