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These Pages, The Pen
I confess my sins to the pages of my notebook.The pen guiding my thoughtsLike a second verse or musical hook.Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.Taking risks and trying new things.Pages upon pages.The fluidity of the wet ink rages.Nights spent burning stray thoughts.Like paper mache’ stretched tight across my skin,The ballpoint pen…
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These Pages, The Pen
I confess my sins to the pages of my notebook.The pen guiding my thoughtsLike a second verse or musical hook.Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.Taking risks and trying new things.Pages upon pages.The fluidity of the wet ink rages.Nights spent burning stray thoughts.Like paper mache’ stretched tight across my skin,The ballpoint pen…
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If My Pain Could Speak
If my pain could speakIt would tell you what I seekIt will state my constant stressAnd how my anxiety is a messIt will say that I’m unable to show my painBut the multiple spasmsKnows no limitsIf the pain could speakNo one can understandLet alone believe meIt will state it doesn’t want to breathIt doesn’t want…
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I’m an introvert
I’m an introvert. People may think I lack substance because I love to be alone. But that’s not true. Those deep and meaningful connections are what fills my heart. I love solitude. But the truth is Substance is something I seek And sometimes I want to escape the world because it’s too noisy There’s too…
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When It Feels like It’s Too Much
Days when it feels like it’s too much Days I do t want to get out of bed Put on clean clothes; breakfast Some kind of self care Rendering my state of fear Generally state of hopelessness So far deep inside I’ll isolate On those day During those weeks Enduring those months Fighting tooth and…