I'm still haunted in my dreams, but I'm trying to wake up an remind myself that these are the times where I have to move forward.
I've taken a few steps in the wrong direction. I have even turned back to the toxins that held me hostage with strong arms, and dirty promises.
All I can say is I'm here now somewhere in the middle.
Trying to find a better me.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
