The words spew,
From my fingertips,
In a way I can't control,
They spill onto the page,
Like poison,
I can't hold in my blood anymore.
I'm bleeding into this notebook,
Bleeding out a part of me,
Longing,
Hope,
Despair,
Joy,
Anger
And forgiveness.
I'm letting go,
One by one,
Of all those balloons inside me,
For each person who hurt me,
Letting the anger,
Fly away.
And I'm whole,
Again.
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PoesíaA collage of human life. Each one of us has a story, and each day, just for a moment, they cross, making us characters in someone else's. But are we heroes, or villains? That is up to you. ______________________________________________________ Some...
