releasing & growing

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

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How does this Happen?A Parade of Hope is being sketched into my Mind,A place where destruction lives,Where Hurt is my inherent Home,and I have been twitching and writhing within the hands that captured me,Held me Hostage,Whilst I broke myself over and over to Release myself,In anyway,In any Shape, Now, a pallete of new colours being […]