My heart feels fragile, like a glass,
A fragile thing that cannot last.
Each crack that forms, a story told,
Of battles fought, of moments cold.
I handle it with tender care,
Afraid to lose, afraid to share.
But in this fear, I miss the chance,
To love, to dream, to find my dance.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PoetryWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
