A fear to hold, a fear to cradle is utmost fatal.
A map in a bottle drifted out to sea but never met with its destiny. Never found by a single soul, never caressed even slightly. With purpose but no foundation.
That is who I mustn't be.
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Thoughts for the Eye
PoetryThoughts I wrote down, maybe they'll give you some comfort? "But I feel something deeper. Beneath the fear, there is a fire inside of me, one I cannot extinguish. It burns with the pain and the rage of all the women who came before me. " PS. If...
