A forest of solitude
In my loneliness
A holiness
Unrivaled
It took me a while
But I finally realized
I may be my own worst enemy
But I am also my own best friend
I know myself better than anyone
I know my every need and desire
My fears and failures and shames
I see it all and choose to love
To give myself grace and space
To grow even brighter
So when people come
Trying to chop down my trees
I am protective like a bear
Of my aloneness
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Overthinker
Poetry{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
