As each new day passes,
my wish seems to grow:
that someday,
adventure awaits me.
To be bound by purpose,
to learn and to grow,
only then
will I finally be free.
It's so strange to think
that this world does not suit me,
so I search both
the heavens and seas.
I search mountains and valleys,
through earth and my dreams,
to find where
I'm meant to be.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
