trampled past the
sharpest spikes,
crawled through
the tightest holes.
scaled the rocky
hills with strife,
and made it out
with a wounded soul.still, I'm none the wiser.
~ weuneigh
.。*♡*。.
experienced the unforgiving, yet these scars taught me nothing.
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My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form
none the wiser
trampled past the
sharpest spikes,
crawled through
the tightest holes.
scaled the rocky
hills with strife,
and made it out
with a wounded soul.still, I'm none the wiser.
~ weuneigh
.。*♡*。.
experienced the unforgiving, yet these scars taught me nothing.