A poetry collection about the emotions and thoughts I have as I go through the journey of growth and accepting the imperfections,
in me and in my poetry.
It is all about searching for meaning in what seems mundane at first glance, and seeing the b...
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My clumsy fingers tend to fiddle with my emotions like loose threads; a movement so fast it becomes a confusing blur, before the abrupt, rueful pause.
It is maddening- this unasked break, like the first cough after hours of blissful, serene silence, like the first ripple in a tranquil lake, like the first raindrop on the much-awaited, first sunny day after a long, difficult winter that made me hate snow.
Why? I silently scream. Outwardly, I cough. I sigh. I pace my room, in hope, in desperation. I tap the surfaces. I sing, I dance. This? This is not madness. This is normal, something I am not used to. I am only longing to repeat the movements that truly made me ludic- those, I sorely miss.
