I used to think that all things beautiful meant it never saw the inside of a devils heart.
Beautiful things aren’t singed with markings of his storm.
They don’t stitch their spine with caution tape,
beautiful things don’t cry.
I often cry,
but my tears are made of falling daggers gearing up for battle.
I always thought I could have been beautiful,
maybe if my insides weren’t filled with ash.
Your soul burned long before mine,
but I still carry it with me as a peaceful reminder of who I used to be.
Beautiful things were never meant to be conquered,
kissing scars under my skin.
Your sins were meant as tokens,
but the pain that paid the cost fell forcefully at my feet.
Your Savage embrace could never spare what’s left of me,
Yet I still hope for the day that what remains can somehow be reclaimed.
I can be beautiful.
The writing of Indie Author, Jamie Lynn Martin, is as raw and diverse as the culture of her hometown, New Orleans, La. At age 7, Jamie began writing as a therapeutic outlet to express the emotions locked within. Even now she turns to ink for self-medicating. In addition to Jamie’s upcoming debut book of poetry and prose, her words have been featured in Cult Magazine, the We Will Not Be Silenced Anthology, and all across social media.