365 Days of Poetry: One-Hundred and Eighty-Three

coming back to life.
wearing my inside out.
I want to scream.
I want to shout.
I feel untwisted.
memory regained.
I want the answers.
I want the flame.

tear down the walls.
not much to lose.
spent these years wandering.
done trying to prove.
that I am something more than filth.
this is the tower babel built.
and I know peace.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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