I'm drowning in a whirlwind of smoke it clouds my vision, it clouds my mind. The smoke clouding so little that I can see who I once was, but just enough so I can't see who I am or who I will be. Fanning the smoke just makes it all so much more blurry and I can feel something amongst it, but I can't quite connect with it, can't quite see it to grab hold. It's reaching back at me but it can't quite find me without me finding it. It's me on the other side of the smoke vision clear standing tall and proud trying to guide me. But for now I can't quite reach and I long for the day I connect.
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Ryan's Poetic Collection (HEARTBREAK AND HEALING)
PoesíaA selection of poetic pieces of writing about emotions.
