My trauma—
A heavy luggage of baggage.
I haul it on my back,
A burden I'm eager to release,
Each straining step,
My back screams in pain,
Yet no hands extend,
To ease the weight.
The weight grows heavier,
My spirit grows darker.
I wonder—
Will I find relief— Mind, body, and soul,
Or will I bear this weight of burdens alone?
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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...
