Poems from HeatherLinder
I am not perfect but flawless, yes.
I can quilt a blanket and endure much stress.
I am a woman with muscle on her bones.
I am the queen of...
Freedom, what a word.
It is so obsorb.
Freedom in a filter, perhaps so.
Some however, will not let the filter go.
Afraid to let the scars...
Dancing in private in a secret place.
Looking for ways to win this race.
Thoughts of the mind,
Tick tock with time.
Fear of my very own...