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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Some changes are more internal than external.
I see this everywhere I go. Behind the closed door of my heart, all is chaos.
But outside the window of my room, the birds still fly, the sun still bleeds and hides behind the veil of the night sky. Within, my heart shifts; allowing one emotion to embrace me, while another waits in the long lone. Outside, all is same.
I look at people as I walk, wondering if there is one person staring at his feet and wondering how to make them move, if there is one girl shying away from the sun, one person standing numbly in the long line of the local bus; doing nothing other than simply exisiting.
But I only see busy feet, loud conversations, smiles tainted with secrets, twinkling eyes. I see flowers in bloom, long hair being teased by the wind, dity boots of a six year old playing in the park.
