Scream, shout, roar, howl or revolt, burn with the fury of wildfires, rain down as hurricanes do, sweep away everything like the flood leaving destruction in its wake.
Take away parts of yourself from people who don't deserve to keep them like nature takes itself back.
But don't just sit there numb, scared and stagnant.
I can't see you so helpless.
You have it in you to fight, be relentless.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
