there was a time when i would wallow in my pain / letting it consume me / defining me & shaping me like water shaping stone / i would sit and stare for days / weeks / months / letting the hurt burn inside me /
but i’ve learned that this is not how life works / we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever / we must pick ourselves up / brush ourselves off / & keep moving forward / even when it feels like every step is agony /
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the still waters
Poetryi stared into the abyss of blue‚ ripples distorting the image of a stranger. ﹛ a potpourri of words ﹜