I think i almost snapped my soul in three,
like the eggshells i mistake for trampolines,
I'm searching for myself,
i forgot that i have always been here,
and i always will be
if you feel like you can't relate to anyone,
or maybe no one can relate to you,
you relate to yourself, You're like a blank map; you have to draw everything yourself with crayons and colorful things for it to be trueI high fived myself a bit too hard, and a butterfly found its way in, but i accidentally crushed its delicate wings. Despite that, we're still on the same spectrum, both somehow red, like flames or phoenixes.
the connection between us like the thread between empty bean cans, connecting telepathically..
I need to stumble back home to where i truly belong...but..
Are you waiting by the corner?
Hoping for someone to mend you from ashes at your sacred spot, known only to a few? Did I accidentally leave some cake frosting on your face, or paint your beautiful skies the darkest shade? Are you trying to think it all away?So many questions;
Unanswered
i'm still gonna find my.. way
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Phoenix
PoetryIn the world of poetry, words spin your head like pottery and sings you a melody, from deep and tarnished poems to resilience blooming roots, this collection of poems unfolds a jar of crowded emotions, as the main topic is resilience, the way to it...