I could have run a long time ago,
And you know I think I should have.
But I didn’t…
And now I’m glad that I never did!
Because I’m finally out of the swamp!
I’m free.
For once in my life, honesty is a new heart.
Breathing is the new collection
Talking is the words without screaming…
Rock bottom is a volcano ready to erupt
Sometimes for the worst
And you end up further down.
But every now and then you
Find it giving you a tiny fire
Big enough to shot you to the top.
Rather than just drop.
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Broken Puzzle
PoetryWe're all a little broken and truth is, none of us fit in. But we try and conform, whether you want to believe it or not, we all do. However, day by day we slowly lose ourselves and thats when you feel stuck.
