I don't want to be so full.
Full of sadness and anger and confusion.
I want to be full of nothing.
It is the only thing that is familiar,
The only thing I don't have to worry about feeling.
The only thing that doesn't ask questions and demand answers.
All the nothing does is eat and eat,
Until all I am is nothing.
I let it ear until its insatiable appetite is full,
So that I am not.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoezieA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
