Searching, rummaging through slides of memories,
Hoping to find her place of sanctuary.
The need for love, for ultimate acceptance,
The warmth of family of own bloods presence.
Alone, burrowed in her hopes and dreams,
A heart empty, broken at its seams.
Despite the failed promises and torn wishes,
She carves and stitches the shattered pieces.
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Dawn
PoetryA poetry collection from my writing days, words I never dared speak, that spilled into these lines. A poetry book detailing a troubled young girl and toxic relationships. Following her footsteps from hope and strength, to depression and despair. TW:...
