In another world
I wasn't born into a broken home.
Where,
Screaming and shouting weren't normal.
In the other world, I could fall asleep and not hear yelling and objects getting thrown around.
In the other world,
I never had to teach myself breathing techniques or had to try to fall asleep to meditation just to feel at peace.
In the other world,
I never had to worry about communication without having the fear of getting shouted or being guilt-tripped about it.
In this world, I was loved.
A women who knew she was going to be just fine.
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Poetic feelings
PoetryA poetic rose that has been wounded with thorns. Words put into feelings, that has been hidden away and turned into a page. Warning: does involve mental health situations.
