It's funny how, like, two weeks ago I was so sure that yesterday would be the same as the next. Yet, now I'm finding myself becoming hopeful. I do worry that my joy will be squashed under harsh realities, but that's okay. That's to be human.
For now, I will bask in the fact that I'm feeling hopeful at all.
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Collected Poems: Vol. I
PoesíaThis is the debut collection of poems by poet Sasha Lynn Wallace. Volume I explores and dissects their personal experiences regarding: love, joy, spirituality, heartbreak, & trauma. Poems from 2018-2023
