The tranquil flame
Of a candle
Flickering harmoniously with
The rain that delicately
Stains the window
Each tiny droplet
Carving its path
Like a figure skater
Nimbly engraving
Their imprints
Onto the slick ice
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
