Once I was running,
from all that haunted me;
to the dark I was succumbing -
to what hurt unbearably.
Searching for the one thing,
that would set my sad soul free.
In time I stumbled upon it,
an inner calm and peace;
and now I am beginning
to see and to believe,
in who I am becoming -
and all I've yet to be.
- Land Leav
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100 Pieces
PoetryThe title is fairly self explaintory, but I'll elaborate 100 Pieces is a collection of 100 poems by various poets. DISCLAIMER! None of the following pieces are one's I've written, this is just a collection I've put together of poems I'm fond of. ...
