releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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now tell me,which vessel of grief should I fill today?the rose?in all its petals, turning red from the pain,the lungs? full of water, now collapsed,Maybe an empty body, fill it with blood,recreate life out of the affliction,cement the ground,to create new paths to walk across,a heart, covered in ashes now pumping,the legs that walked, now […]