The Suppressed Streak
I’m an adult for I am twenty-one,
But just sometimes the peeping darkness in me clouds the most radiant sun.
Mostly I do keep my breath and flesh together,
But just sometimes being an adult pierces the soul I’d gather.
This is me, I’ve chosen this life,
It’s like a deliberate encounter of an open healed wound and a cutting edge knife.
I’ve tied up all pieces of me so taut, to show up each day,
But my heart shatters for failing the norms to obey.
Where do unearth the ecstasy of a quite night and unperturbed sleep.
As frozen wit and chilling qualms cling to me, while the night and I weep.
8-B, BA LLB