Kicked open a latched door,
Stepped into a new realm of thoughts;
Wore it's words of untethered victory,
And badges of honour, on my heart.
All this while, in the glory
I rejoiced my wise possessions.
Never realised, back in my core,
Uncleared lay, the debris of destruction.
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Necessary Weeding
PoetryThere are times when you don't address your emotions for a long time for the fear of being judged by others and sometimes by your own self. This collection of poems is me addressing them
