My brain is clouded,
Tornadoes of trauma swirl,
The flashbacks haunt me.
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Soul's Reflections
PoetryJourney through a series of haikus that echo the soul's journey across love, heritage, liberation, and identity. In just a few lines, each poem reveals a piece of a broader story, reflecting on the depth of cultural roots, the pulse of self-discover...
Whirlwind of Trauma
My brain is clouded,
Tornadoes of trauma swirl,
The flashbacks haunt me.
