stretch marks
along my thighs,
stomach, and arms
a rippling tide
luring me back
to the sea;
drowning in irrationality,
i've been thrown overboard.
waves of the ocean
a hello from afar,
learning to love my body
isn't an easy feat
but i've been shipwrecked,
and i will grasp onto the broken pieces,
mending the wood together,
making a stronger vessel to thrive.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝.
Poetrya collection of poems based around mental illness. = this book may contain images that trigger specific individuals. please read the content warnings and keep yourself safe! = " pounds dropping, rain drops of relapse, recovery is a journey but smal...
