I loved to call myself a storm,
I was brave and wild but then everything changed
I realized the truth
I'm no storm, I'm the calme before the storm
the overwhelm and the silence
the fear and the faith.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
