Inhale the good,
Exhale the bad.
She said,
I did.
I wanted to laugh.
Getting away from my demons,
By breathing?Inhale the good,
exhale the bad.
Wounds made their trail.
Allow the cracks to endure.
She said.
I commended.
Not easy it would be.
The scars drove deep.It worked.
In the end.
I embarked into my new beginning.
For endings are essential.
So was mine.It worked.
Inhaled the good.
Exhaled the bad.
Still do.
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Coffee Thoughts
PoetryA collection of poems of a coffee addict. Highest Ranking:- #1 Escapist