releasing & growing

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

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Belly full, swollen in grief, Gathering up the month of discomfort in my Womb, My nerves agitated, Ants running across my chest, Shoulders heavy, Wondering what this all is, The blood will come and Bleed me out, Shed this last Cycle of Torment, The torment of friendships lost, Of a depression that never leaves […]