These times that I spend alone
These walks in the forest
These plans I cancel last minute
These steady breaths in and out
These empty words
They are because I need time wherever I can find it
To recharge
To take a break from wearing this mask
To close my eyes and feel what it means to be me
Then put the mask back on
And do it all again
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
