I used to be a summer storm,
Fighting against the wind
With razorblades for teeth,
And a Phoenix's battle cry
But these days I'm a sailboat,
Floating along on my oceans of sorrow,
Wondering where the tide will take me next.
-Autumn// Sailboat
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
