I cannot face you directly.
For your intensity makes me wilt.
You fill my cells to the brink of bursting.
However,
I am still able to appreciate you.
If I absorb diluted portions of your light.
I can blossom at my own rate.
I wish to, one day, contain more of you.
Maybe.
When my body is large enough to hold my own soul.
Maybe then there will be room for your light.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
