Little sunlight in the palm of my hand
Reaching out, at the turning of the moon
With tendrils and fingers that reach for my soul
Who are you? It's clear.
I still don't know.
I am you. In my heart
You know it's true.
Even if you'd rather avoid it.
Heart for the future,
Is needed today.
Even if it's still too soon.
YOU ARE READING
sometimes
PoesíaA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
