Fuck it

I’m not a fighter

I’m a fawn.

I break all my lovers down.

Then they put themselves together


I want to break that pattern,

Cause I always break myself harder.

I want a community.

Always a black sheep,

Magnet for trouble.

Finally reaching privilege.


Discovering myself

A little speck of glitter

In a swirl of glitters

In the void.

Like dust


Filling notebooks

And blank spaces

In empty minds.

A fantasy for most.

Never feeling real,

Unless I’m snuggled close.

3 responses to “Shifting”

  1. johncoyote Avatar

    Hello dear Brigid. Sometimes we must be weak to be strong. Sometimes we must be strong to be weak. Amazing poetry my friend.

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    1. brigidfaye Avatar

      Hello dear John, thank you 🙂 it’s an older one I found in a notebook today.

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      1. johncoyote Avatar

        It was a good one dear Brigid and good morning from Michigan.

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