Listen here, no matter the devastation that ravages your skin, you are Mother Nature itself and you will grow and grow and grow—it'll begin from the earth that made you so fiery and unafraid. Your veins will sprout the flowers you love oh so much and you'll be among the trees that brought you peace.
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A Change Of Heart
PoetryHealing isn't the easiest thing for me to do. I've tried to find it in between pages and rib cages. In loud rooms and the quiet of racing heartbeats. In poetry and rage. In that space between childhood and growing pains. In apologies that I refuse t...
