The sun may be up, but it's dark in this room.
The door is not locked, but there's nowhere to go.
The heart can still pump, but the rush never comes.
No matter how bright the sky wants to be,
your day will be night when you refuse to see
how willing the light wants to be your remedy.
—I know things now
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Pen and Paper: Poetry & Prose (2020)
PoetryWords are bullets. Readers are targets. Come all, the loud and the silent! Dive into this merriment. Hi there! This is my collection of poetry & prose divided into three parts: When she hurts When she heals ...
