Some of us need the storm to feel safe.
Some of us need the chaos to be at peace.
Some of us need the wounds to let the light in.
Some of us need the dark to see the light.
Some of us need the calamity to feel the calm.
Some of us need the melancholy to be joyous.
Some of us need the pain to heal.
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Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.
