The golden moon,
lush and full,
drips her light
down on the fields.
The patchwork squares
she sees from on high,
become the tapestry
on the loom she wields.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving 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...
