by KARA ALLEN, CSU Public Relations Assistant
This is a piece I wrote a good while ago, that was at much greater length. I revised it to be shorter and a little less specific, because I want everyone who reads my writing to be able to apply it to their own feelings and emotions. This piece is about the power of words and I hope it finds you well.
I think that a blade of grass could cut my skin Because it has worn so thin And I am hurt again. You look at me with a set of daggers With words of searing anger As you stagger towards me. These set of hands don’t feel like my own The mirror in my own home Doesn’t reflect who I thought I am I wish I could say that your words ricochet Off of me, but I would be lying. They seem to break through the walls I put up for you And you’re the highest price I’ve had to pay But yet I stay. His eyes have noticed all of my bruises But he continually chooses To turn and look away. I find myself calling my momma I don’t wanna, because She’ll ask me to explain I’ve packed my bags one too many times, But I seem to always find That your “sorries” keep me chained. The last of me Is empty So I wish I could say that your words ricochet.
Kara Allen is a CSU Public Relations Assistant and is currently a Senior studying Communications at Minnesota State Mankato. Kara is from Grand Rapids, MN and has grown up loving to write in her free time; finding the hidden idiosyncrasies within herself through the writing. She plans on pursuing a career in Public Relations for the U.S. Army and continuing on with writing for enjoyment.
