releasing & growing

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

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They have Flocked to me, Like Birds Migrating, This time I Feel them, Foreign yet Familiar I had forgotten their Wings that had been holding me this whole time, Travelling underneath my Body, Over me, above me, Beneath my Skin, Didn’t know of their faces, nor Space in my Life Their eyes in every crevasse […]