releasing & growing

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

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Sadness is multifaceted,Its a mask I wear,A book within my eyes,My crippled smile,Yet rose throbbing heart,I am the broken seed,Ripped through the epicentre,The only way to grow is upwards,So I force myself through the dirt, like a plant,Blooming when the Sun forces a smile on to me, We forget the faces of loneliness sometimes,The mirrors […]