I thought the sun and moon would be floating
Like a bottle at the bottom of the sea.
But the struggles are fleeting,
And my soul is sinking slowly, like the Titanic.
I tried to move in, but the house was a fright.
The current of anxiety's shadows were stronger than life.
Life is a stage; I carve out my life,
Yet I'm like a flower that is not growing from pain.
I thought my pains were floating, but I was sinking along with them like the Titanic.
Do you know when pain will stop?
My soul is sinking like the Titanic.
How can I escape the power of pain at night,
When I'm sinking like the Titanic?
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
