2 girls learning how to heal their bruised and cracked souls while using poetry as a solace to express the pain of their experiences and the process of learning to accept the changes.
If you relate with any of these poems or stories, our hearts hurt...
The weather warms Flowers begin to bloom, The sky is free of storms And babies are in the womb.
Everything is getting warmer Everything is coming alive, The fields turn green for the farmer Honey is filling the hive.
Spring is about new life But I keep dying inside, Around me is only strife Pain haunts me even if I hide.
Spring is about warmth About sunshine and light, But to me that is only a myth The darkness is holding me tight.
I long for the warmth of spring But all I feel is the coldness of winter, I long for the light that makes me sing But all that fills me is the darkness that makes me bitter.
-Invisible Dreamer
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