Sometimes there is a cherry blossom tree where I dream. Sometimes it isn't blooming. Sometimes there is just the black trunk, which looks beautiful to an on-looker. But to me, it just seems to squeeze my throat shut.
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2018
A peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷