Found this incomplete poem in my notes when I was looking for a letter I keep updating and never plan to send.
Well. It was written in july and I have no idea where it was meant to go. Might or might not conplete it later..
When the world
Whipped in bewilderment
Cold wind stirring snowflakes
I found my zen
My inner quiete
Felt so warm
I wrote poetry
With my finger on white sand
My smile grew brighter
With every letter
I forgot where I was
Where I came from
Sometimes a pebbles hit me
Or leaves scratched my skin
My skin tasted nakedness
For the first time
The pain my soul indured
For standing against the norm
Dirt settled in my matted hair
Where once belonged daisies
Life sucked colour out of me
Ashen face with empty gaze
My happy heart lost its form..
To be continued…
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beautiful finish it! its stunning! ❤
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I will try. Thank you ❤
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If there’s one constant thing in your letter, you may want to contemplate sending it…
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Costant thing?
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Something you can’t shake…
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Only thing constant in such letters is my vulnerability. If i knew people won’t judge me for that, i would definitely have sent it. Heard the word sensitive too many time in life 🙂
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Nothing wrong with a sensitive man…
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Only if i was a man 😂
Which I’m not
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I apologize I assumed and didn’t really pay attention, totally my fault.
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That’s totally fine. A lot of people here assume that, pretty used to it now lol.
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And psycho too..
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