Frozen words within my mind
Locked away I know not why
They push they pull to be released
What worth they have I cannot say.
Are they wisdom are they truth
No way to say I have no clue.
I try to read them as thy run around.
Giving up I may for now
I'm tired of the wrinkles they put on my brow.
YOU ARE READING
Two Spirits
PoetryTo live a life where it seems like there are two parts inside. One side you wish you could show the other as people see you The native Americans called it one with two spirits. Those who live it tend to call it hell. For those that body mind and sou...
