poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I keep rewriting my Story,Keep waking from this Suffering, This endless pit of Sadness that doesn’t give,I keep Waking to the Fight,Keep choosing Differently, I wake to find my Tears in my Pillow,I used to Cry in my Dreams,Used to find all this Water that wouldn’t Stop, All these murky waters,All this Hurt, This little girl, gosh,My Little […]