She finally found hope,
hope to live, to be okay.
No distractions, please don't provoke,
she had her own deamons to slay.
Wasn't awake at night,
no tossing, turning or thinking.
She closed her eyes tonight,
she was happy, not panicking.
~~Poet's Note ~~
Happiness, guess she found it. That's all I'm saying.
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Before The Light
PoetryPain... I'm pretty sure no one likes to talk about that. Compared to those who have been abused or those who are facing racism, sexism or such, my pain is absolutely nothing. But it does hurt. Poetry is an outlet for my feelings. Paper does have mo...
