I am strong, can’t you see?
It hides the ache within my chest.
There is nothing wrong me, my smile lies solid in this bed of flesh.
Just looks and know my happiness.
I have found my strength in this armor of joy, you can trust me, I’m fine.
I say while painful hands of night tear apart my deepest parts.
Lies can be so helpful, so true.
See look, I’m going to be okay.
This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.