Life is a game.
It is played by a self you have seen,
that self hides underneath the roots of trees.
Not the trees in a forest,
but the ones in your heart,
that cast shadows that make it oh so dark.
So if you want to win,
which hopefully you can,
You need to find that self that lingers in your land.
YOU ARE READING
Poems On Broken Mirrors
PuisiThis is a collection of poetry I have written. It is based off of all of my mental illnesses, trauma and disorders. I will try and update often, but if I don't please bare with me. The poetry is about my life, the life of others, values, emotions, a...
