Lovingly lost,
one finger hooked around a thread spun in spirals,
learning to be led,
quieting the conscious mind to speak in parables,
the language of echoing into the void and returned a ricocheted riddle.
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The Eldest Daughter ✔️
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intim...
