January 8, 2023
I grab the fanciest pen I own,
Hovering it over the already written word consisting of three letters;
T
H
E
My breath shakes as I push myself to continue the final word.
Telling myself that once it's written,
I cannot look back again.
That my mind cannot find comfort in the past.
That I cannot allow my dreams to consist of impossible things.
That I need to sever the ties my heart has to you.
With a trembling breath and a shaky hand,
I write the final word consisting of three letters;
E
N
D.
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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...
