Exhaustion settles somewhere deep
under the surface of snow and sleet.
Sometimes all I can do is walk the carved path
neatly laid out in front of me. To shovel away
at some new exciting version of myself just makes me
sigh and pull the covers over my head.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
