Letters To My Subconscious
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Last published Sun, Nov 23, 2025
I write letters to the version of me that hides.
The one that is silent when a storm rages within.
Every poem is a confession I never meant to say out loud.
A memory that bit back.
A truth folded into metaphors .
This is healing, a confrontation.
Its raw, messy,sometimes it will be cruel.
But its mine.
So if youre reading this,
Welcome to the dialouge that i never muttered, thoughts I concealed
Between me and the voices in my head.
I hope my poems touch your very soul and heals it if ever fractured.
-From a broken soul to another-
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