she cannot be defined
with a single word,
a single sentence, a single poem,
a single book.
she is all of those
combined and more.
she is her pain and her happiness.
her tears and her laughter.
her mistakes and achievements.
her frayed edges and smooth surfaces.
she is everything she was and
everything she will be.she is she.
~ weuneigh
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My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form