My Blood Thrums an Anthem

And here we are,
straying from what we know
to take a chance on something
we believe in:

there is beauty in the chaos,
the pain is worth it,
there is someone for everyone——

But only if we risk it;
put our heart on a butcher’s block
and watch the cleaver fall,
wait for the crash to then unbuckle,
pull out stitches and sutures because scars
mean stories and

I have watched the ink bleed from my
pen knowing some days it could’ve been
from my veins instead,

To think,
‘chance’ is reserved for the bold,
while I have a roar growing in my chest—-
I am far too young
to be a coward just yet.


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