I am falling endlessly
in an infinite dark pit.The wind fights my coiled hair,
gravity's force is grabbing my shoulders and hips,
whispering in my ear
"you will never be good enough"
their tongue reeks of doubt, fear,
smells like tear stained sleeves and gasoline.how beautiful it is,
for I have not hit the bottom of the pit.
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A Star Hoping to Fly
Poetry"When will I know that everything will be okay?" "You won't. One day you'll wake up, and you'll start your day as a normal day. You will do normal tasks and listen to normal music. You will wake up and notice, that your pain has faded, and you're st...