I struggled to be a writer;
To be someone who can so easily and gracefully express themselves.
I stumble upon my words and often they don't come out straight. Clumsly little fellas.
Other times I'm on the floor, grappling in the darkness for the right words
and I never can seem to find them...
Until I was lost in the beauty of an old and immortal poet, and suddenly all she said made sense to me.
She held a voice I couldn't yet find.
And now I know the exact way to describe it. To describe experience of the love we shared:
"I have never seen volcanoes--"
--- Ink and Wander
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Compass - fourth collection of poetry
PoetryThis is my fourth collection of poetry. There's some small mentions of #Demisexuality throughout this collection, and sprinkled in some of my others. Hopefully some people who identify as Demi-ace can relate to this, in some way or another. I tend...
