The heart in my chest,
it sometimes glows red.
And the warmth it emits
fills me with such bliss
that the shadows it casts,
which I feared in my past,
no longer bare claws,
but soft, fluffy paws.
And the comfort they give me
as I relive my memories
reminds me that darkness
isn't known for its sharpness,
but its cool, faded tones
that let love be re-sown.
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Ghostwriter
PoesíaLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
