my wings no longer
have the courage
to soar up the heavens.
my tail no longer
has the will
to wander around the sea.
my feet no longer
run errands and
jump up the mountain.
my hands no longer
embrace the cold wind
upon reaching out the stars.
i hope this is just
a simple stopover
and i can still find my way to the end.
i hope it is, but i'm afraid isn't.
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Poems As Her Therapy
PoetryWhen you're depressed, it is greatly advised to take therapies with a psychologist and so she tried but even psychologist can't take her wounds into peace so she just grabbed her pen under her old bed and stroke words just like how she used to and t...
