It's hard to see the forest for the trees
When the trees keep getting chopped down
No one is a more constant friend than fear
Hard to shake and harder to break
Becomes comfort, becomes known, becomes home
But even homes have to come down
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Poetrya collection of poems dedicated to the moon, the stars, the ocean, & the resilience of those who thought they couldn't go on
