Words are the seams that trace our bodies
Lies are the wounds that need stitches
Broken promises are the infections that need cauterized
With too many we bleed out or turn septic
With too few there is nothing to show we lived.
This is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature... More
Words are the seams that trace our bodies
Lies are the wounds that need stitches
Broken promises are the infections that need cauterized
With too many we bleed out or turn septic
With too few there is nothing to show we lived.