i run away at the pale imprint of fear
i change faces like clothes
because nothing ever fits right
suffocating
words into chains into hope into kindness
into hands
blooming.
teach me how to blossom,
and crush my petals into
ashes and perfume.
scatter my sound everywhere.
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Stumble Through Life
PoesíaPoetry Collection(Original): There are infinite homes out there, for all of us, under the shimmering stars in the roar of the night, or the dark solace of the shadows on the sun, and everything in between. And may I only hope that my words could bec...
