January 3, 2023
My finger tips play with the top edge of the paper,
My bottom lip caught between my teeth.
The heaviness of everything,
Stopping my ability to lift my pen.
For once I no longer crave to write.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
