there are times where
the trees seem to fall
and the grass seems to wither
right in front of my eyes.when the flowers wilt
and the air goes stale,
and i no longer want to
breathe it.but i find their hands
and they bring back
the green to my world,
and convince me to hold on.i touch the rose petals.
one day, it is going to be
okay.-c.h.
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how the words come
Puisi"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into...