If regret could run down my spin the way a waterfall adorns the stones
Maybe I could sleep soundly without my thoughts drowning me out
I feel buried by burdens of days long passed
My days marked by wishful thinking often fall flat and draw me artful sorrow
To erase my mind of tension and fear maybe I could through small smiles.
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
