Poem by Delilah Miller
I am a sidewalk that cannot handle another footstep;
A bone that is too weak to be broken
because it halted growth and from motion is kept.
And I'm the game machine spitting out tokens.
The ocean floor is delightful
in comparison to the covering upon my heart.
Slowly, it bends to pressure, refusing my pull!
I wait for you to disappoint me before you start.
The idea of stopping my own darkness
mocks reality and propels hope into despondency.
It's a mask on my face when I wish to wear it like a crest.
I mean to tell the truth, and end up peddling destiny.
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