Chyna Unplugged.

Welcome to another part of my life. One I kept private for the better part of two years...but in this case I'm sharing all because why not? When I was in middle school I started writing just to keep myself occupied because I was bored wiith doing the same assignment...I never thought it would be something I would want the world to see until now.

In a way each poem shares a deeper meaning, a memory and a part of my life.

I wrote this poem Oct 5, 2016 and I haven't read it until this post but it brought me back to that memory and the place I was when I wrote it. Let me just say I'm happy to be sharing such a valueable part of me.

Caged

Silence,​ ​made​ ​to​ ​be​ ​louder​ ​than​ ​noise…

​ ​if​ ​cries​ ​of​ ​pain​ ​are​ ​never​ ​enough​ ​what​ ​is?

Dead​ ​flower​ ​in​ ​a​ ​meadow--

just​ ​me​ ​alone

Worn​ ​down​ ​with​ ​an​ ​empty​ ​soul

not​ ​even​ ​a​ ​whisper​ ​could​ ​fill​ ​this​ ​void

This​ ​is​ ​a​ ​dream…​ ​right?

Locked​ ​in​ ​a​ ​mindset,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​forget---

look​ ​at​ ​what​ ​you've​ ​done

torn​ ​a​ ​fragile​ ​heart​ ​in​ ​two,​ ​but​ ​that’s​ ​normal.

Caged...is​ ​my​ ​fragile​ ​heart.

Caged…​ ​are​ ​the​ ​feelings,​ ​to​ ​afraid​ ​to​ ​be​ ​released.

Caged…​ ​is​ ​a​ ​mind​ ​that​ ​always​ ​feared​ ​the​ ​worst.

It’s​ ​okay​ ​she’s​ ​bruised,​ ​not​ ​broken.

She’s​ ​forgiving...not​ ​forgetful.

Simply….​ ​just...​caged

This is the first of many installments to Virtual Journals x Chyna so I hope you enjoyed.

See you later Chyna

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