It's been harder as of late to not find romance in the ugly.
To not find something pretty in the images of flowers blooming from eye sockets; like those cute
Pinterest embroidery patterns. To look past the aesthetics of the darkness.
It's been hard to not find beauty in the pain, like those girly line art tattoos.
I feel like if I didn't see the beauty, I would be worse off.
Only imagining it as an option to take instead of an art to experience.
All I need is to reframe my mindset like those Instagram gurus;
And convince myself that my hardships are lovely.
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Collected Poems: Vol. I
PoetryThis 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
