My house doesn't feel like home yet
My body doesn't feel like mine to own yet
I need some space to roam
To breathe
And learn
For self love, self understanding,
isn't overnight
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poems from lost minds -||
PoetryOnism- the frustration of being stuck alone in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time. 🥀It's like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over strange place names with your eyes, each representing one mo...
learning
My house doesn't feel like home yet
My body doesn't feel like mine to own yet
I need some space to roam
To breathe
And learn
For self love, self understanding,
isn't overnight
