Handicap mind dysfunctional soul
All passions gone all hobbies worn
Just a mirror, reflecting an image
Thoughts scribbled, rewritten on the same page
Trying to fit in amongst new names
Making their aspirations personal aim
Losing identity, feel like a mould
Crafted from their million faces it slowly unfolds
A turmoil of emotions rises in the chest
Wishing to find their way up to the surface
These wild tides and snow storms will some day calm
Drench the heart and make it strong
Perfect daydreams will be brought to life
A little ripped at the edges, it will be all right.
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Necessary Weeding
PoetryThere are times when you don't address your emotions for a long time for the fear of being judged by others and sometimes by your own self. This collection of poems is me addressing them
