Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
MAGGIE BOWYERBe proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
MAGGIE BOWYERSpeak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
MAGGIE BOWYERHave I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.
MAGGIE BOWYERThere are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’m not sure if I’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when I look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYERI know I could be a petty queen, I could release all the receipts the way you treated me. But honey I’m happier living in peace than cruelty.
MAGGIE BOWYERI knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
MAGGIE BOWYERWhat started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
MAGGIE BOWYERI’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYER