Jacqueline collier

Written in 2023/SEP

It’s the season of sadness & I’ve filled my cup
Trying to be more but I’m never enough
It’s the season of sadness but life is as such
Trying to be warm but I’m cold to the touch

For aeons the static has caused me to rust
When I started squeaking they made me shut up
Repeated old patterns, swept things under rugs
Turns out your gold standard was gilded in blood

The reasons my habits have broken my trust
Are part of a pattern I can’t deconstruct
It bleeds through the bandage, it sears through the cut
It longs to be seen but the door remains shut

I’ve seen through the damage you tried to construct
And though you’re red-handed they let you wear gloves
And it can’t change, can it?, if you never adjust
Not that it matters, just thought you might budge

No one sees that I’ve had it right up to the cusp
I may still be standing but something’s been crushed
It’s the season of sadness and ungiven love
And I’ve tried to cry but you’ve made me too tough

Photo taken by my family