We often long to feel a sense of belonging, and without the sense of this grounding we simply feel like particles that seamlessly float around. Where is home for you? Many would answer a place of significance where their roots are, or family are located. Quite out of pocket for me to say, a place of tranquility is nor a physical space or person, but a mental image of me. A mirrored image of a better me, where it is not the wings loaned to me brought me to my destination. But the path that I carved out of myself and the burning perseverance that run in my bloodstream daily that disregards the voice in my head- in fact my own voice telling me each day I live is not a gift to breathe this air we share but a karmic cycle for paying my sins In my past life. The person's eyes standing before me glow as I see her continuing to preserve. This is my safety net; home is a reflection of me being okay.
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Surviving Unscathed
PoetryA collection of loss, friendship, heartbreak, self- sabotage, and high school experiences. The book deals with the beautiful mess in a teenager's mind; struggling to cope with the discomfort in her chest.
