who'd have thought that the sorrowful vacancy i dwelled in would be filled to the brim with sunlight - a glass completely full, no longer of poison and of woeful attempts at wasting away
but of fervor for the possibilities in the unknown and safety of the arms that hold me in the night, neither of which scare me anymore
a home once seen only in vivid dreams now lies in the palm of my hands
it tastes like honey - sweeter than I ever imagined - and sings to me in a voice warm like the spring
I think I'd like to dance here forever
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Poetrya collection of poetry and prose focusing on self discovery and new beginnings.
