clinging on to things
that break me
i shatter
to cling on even further
when does this ever stop?
i thought i had made it through.
but the feeling returns
the grey clouds surround me
every breath i take
is another battle
but not anymore.
maybe it's time.
for something new.
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Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems
PoetryHiraeth: a Welsh concept of longing for home. A type of homesickness, but for a home that you can't return to, or one that perhaps never existed. Aren't we all looking for home?
