stepping through a pathway of broken glass,
i ask myself two questions,
is it more worth it to just walk on the grass?
or shall I continue adding to my scars?
letting the shards pierce through my skin continuously,
until I can find a pathway to the stars..
slowly I start to see,
that the scattered pieces have seeped through my skin,
I am no longer me,
but merely,
an abandoned locket without a key..
searching and searching,
i never find the light,
the darkness is never ending,
with hope gracing my mind,
i am waiting,
waiting ever so patiently,
for my moment of true happening..
-lyss
9:34pm
28th December 2021
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PoetryHey, everyone! This book is just going to be a bundle of my poetry or just anything that comes to mind. I do hope to improve my writing, so please give me some honest feedback. Thank you! WARNING: Dark themes that may be triggering for sensitive rea...
