This everlasting battle will never end unless my life does so,
Until then we shall have to pretend that this is something I don't know.
So many years have gone by and I am still yet to heal,
I thought I could understand why, but none of this ever feels real.
Maybe there is another land and I'll make it there someday,
Perhaps all my life is something carefully planned and something better is on its way.
One day I will fly above every tree until I can reach the stars,
And on that day I will know I am free and I'll rid myself of bruises and scars.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
