Whenever I look at my stretch marks,
they remind me of ocean waves during nighttime
As the moonlight reflects the water
onto the surface of my skin,
I feel content that my marks envelope
Around the parts where I have grown,
They signify the wavering waters of my life
As change fluctuates in parts
Of this life, I begin to realize
That I can embrace the idea of improvements
Not being a constant line, but a wave
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Contentment
PoesíaContentment comes in all different forms; we get satisfied with what we are capable and incapable of doing in this life. These are the discoveries and little adventures I wanted to share with anyone who has ever felt lost and confused with finding t...
