Sand, but I slip through Cracks in the marble Like the ink the bled out through my wounds  You opened your mouth  Words came out The sculptor wonders  if he spoke too soon Thin fibres encased in the clay (of doom) art, creativity

older poetry posted

Crash and burn, When did I become, not good enough, for your world? society built for neurotypical Tara star poem neurodivergent writer

outline, judged, faded, diminished, don’t make a ‘fuss’

barriers to medical treatment, out of joint, discombobulated, hurt, alone, isolating myself, independence, self-sufficiency

poetic note-y journal

I was building something (inspired by Taylor Swift), mist, lifting off.. you crash

tarastar

misogyny, sexism, ADHD

sole placed, thoughtfully down, on concrete, hard stone, slow steps forward, to be introduced to my home, dissociation, a body not owned,