When a blossoming thought arose in me,
I ran to the balcony,
Almost compelled to throw myself over.
What an awful thought it was,
Not the notion to jump,
But rather something worse.
Quite tacit.E.
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Yours Truly, Mooncalf
PoetryThis is a personal documentation through poetry. I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
I Am So Grateful To Be Here
When a blossoming thought arose in me,
I ran to the balcony,
Almost compelled to throw myself over.
What an awful thought it was,
Not the notion to jump,
But rather something worse.
Quite tacit.E.