But dear Lord, I'm lost in a maze,
A swirling storm of thoughts ablaze.
The weight upon my weary soul,
Like a heavy fog, takes its toll.
I yearn for freedom, like a bird in flight,
To soar above the clouds, bathed in golden light.
To find the strength within my core,
And embrace the person I'm meant to adore.
After all, what is this anxiety?
What am I missing?
Why this emptiness?
How do I be someone I'm not?
Vee Melodie.
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The Extreme End
Poetry"The Extreme End" is a captivating collection of poems that I penned during a tumultuous phase of my life, where tears were a constant companion, both in the light of day and the depths of night. These heartfelt verses delve into the raw emotions a...
