sometimes i catch myself
waiting
for nightfall
when i find myself
in daylight of open
dawn
because i can't believe
i can keep hope-
i ran through a bloody
hell
to come out this other side
and i want to be
audacious enough
threatening enough
hungry enough
to not give up the day
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
