aftermath
I remember I wrote a poem about my perspective of my mind,
I wrote it to vent, to paint a picture that illustrates what I go through whenever my mind goes chaotic.
The aftermath is unrecognizable compared to how it was from the beginning.
That's still how it is now,
The only difference,
Is that I'm cleaning up the wreckage,
Little by little,
No matter how long it will take me.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
