I dream of cities
with towering buildings
growing vertical forests
high into the sky.
Every rooftop has solar,
every yard has a garden,
every community a compost,
and every school teaches life.
I dream of a world
where love is abound.
Where neighbors lend their hands
with goodwill and kindness.
Every person has a home,
every child a good family,
every human has freedom,
and every life is held sacred.
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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...
