My feet would sink into the quicksand.
I almost drove myself off the highway.
The shadows were my home.
Dead leaves fell down onto me.
Running from wolves, was I.
Falling into a bottomless pit was scary
But, I knew these nightmares couldn't stop me
So, I fought my demons with my armor and sword.
They were defeated.
I saw the golden gates to the city of light.
I went inside
And ever since, I have been a blossomed flower.
- October 12, 2018
(Edited: February 27, 2021)
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Prismatic Poetry
PoesíaA poetry book containing poems written between 2018-2020. The poems were originally written and used by me as Instagram captions for my turtle's account, @maxxloniatheturtle.
