The sunshine brushes my face
And yet I feel lifeless.
My creativity is scorched,
Forcing it to shrink back
Into the dark corners of my mind.
There's idle time to do things
A time when the sun is tucked behind the horizon.
The world sleeps soundly as
The stars light up the sky.
My creativity slowly crawls out,
Spreads its wings and soars!
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Escapism
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
