releasing & growing

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

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Shifts occur,but nothing prepared me for this Hurricane,That blew over Winter,and Vanished,leaving a Village damaged,with nothing to say for itself, my body was a Battleground,when She, my fellow sister,through a Knife in my back,left me bloody,after Fleeing me,at the Unknown Door of Death, I chose tranquility because the Cancer was near,Yet she chose this,After all […]