as sobs ripped the holes in my body
stabbing the floor with knives
a trembling hand touched my cheek
wiped the streams from my face
and whispered
"you're gonna be okay."
—be your own savior
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
