Sitting on a swing
at a nearby park,
in the dead of night
while watching the stars,
I felt so small,
yet so alive,
and all at once
I realized:
it's all connected,
every forest and shore.
It's all connected,
my heart and yours.
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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...
