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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I am full.
Hard to believe that when sleep lingers in my rame eyes, tempting to lure me to a place that empties my overflowing heart, but- it is true.
Stress overwhelms me, anxiety makes my heart clench.
I blink furiously, make cup after cup of piping hot coffee; but even my burnt tongue fails to save me; and, if I am awake, am I truly saved?
Sleep offers relief to my aching heart, but steals precious time. When I am awake, it embraces me. When I give in, it refuses to leave me, wanting to stay. Forever?
