I am not golden, but my eyes still shine.
I do not know where I'm going, but I know I cannot stay.
I am not old or strong, but I will not falter.
There is frost on my roots, but I am not cold.
I am not
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The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
