It's hard to pretend that I know what I am doing when my lips stutter as I tell another lie. My life feels like a blur and I have no idea how I got here. I feel like I am running through the woods with my eyes closed. Every step of the way brings heaviness to my chest and scratches on my legs. When I think my intuition knows the way, I always end up at the same place all over again. I feel lost but this place is the only home I recognize. The unsettling comfort in my chest dims my sky but the cold wind's breeze caresses me to sleep. Living in pure contradiction guised as confidence is my reality. A reality I drown in my dreams.
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Letters
PoetryThese are collection of prose, poetry, and prose prose poetry that I have written. Most of them are about my own spiritual journey, healing journey, and acceptance of an unfair life. I am grateful that I have writing as a way of expressing my deepe...
