do you ever feel
like a ballerina in a music box
spinning endlessly
no control over your own movements
slower and slower
and slower
until you come to a stop
winded up by
someone who just wants your beauty
a prima ballerina
no power
people judging every move
and sometimes you just want
to break free
to shatter the music box
—i do all the time
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
