I wander through the fields of doubt,
In search of dreams I can’t live without.
Each question posed feels hard to face,
As I long to find my sacred place.
The purpose once felt strong and clear,
Now lost among the fog of fear.
I strive for meaning in this life,
But find instead a world of strife.
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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...
