Writing and sharing poems has become my "Dear Diary" moment.
What's sad is, I wrote some poems in June, when I realised that everything I thought and felt might not have been very true to the situation - but rather how I felt and how I understood things, instead.
After my moment's bliss, I've come full circle: back to the beginning of anguish and grief, and heartbreak. So revisiting these few poems, and their happy turning point, as I return to the start, feels strange; and a little sad all at once.
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poésie💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
