you have no idea
how many times
my pen
has kept me
from falling off the edge.
you have no idea
how much I yearn
to be more than a person
struggling to survive again
you have no idea
you do not know.
If I gave you my shoes
your feet will wither
like thirsty flowers.
They will crumble into dust
like ash
because unless
we are the same
you will never understand
you will never know
how ink has replaced my blood
and revives my soul.
4:21
23.02.23
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
PoetryKnow Thyself - Socrates Have you ever felt like a stranger to yourself? Like you're here, but lost? Just another performing mask in a sea of faces? Another wandering being made of dust? • Finding yourself and healing amidst dark moments of life i...
