hurting is individual.
lingering thoughts of you
feels like glass shattering into millions.millions of butterflies become motionless,
my heart longs to burst.burst open, my heart,
for I need to overcome this.this suffering might be worth it,
we could become one.one hundred wasp stings
might be less painful than
lingering thoughts of you.
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Abundance of Life | Poetry
PoetryThe depths of the oceans can no longer hold me back. Through the valleys I have already travelled with profound joy in my heart and a skip in my step. I am present in the now and living out His will for me. Through creativity, I believe we will fin...