written in 2008
I have finally resolved it.
The glass has been swept under the rug,
the trauma is hidden.
I am absolved from my sin
but yet my mind wanders.
Is this what I want in the end?
And what if I make more blunders?
Can I keep hiding the cuts and blood?
I can leave - move on
or wait, potentially stagnate in my hope.
I pray for love, for rings,
but is this all a hallucination?
A fragile dream
that I will one day clean up
when it is shattered before my eyes?
- starr
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Starfall (Poetry)
Poetry"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." - Arthur Miller A messy collection of poems written in my formative years. 2016 - 2018 ~~~ Trigger warnings may apply to some of these. Completed
