To all the voices in my head,
of the people
that are the reason I bled.I wished to not care
about what you said
or you heard.I wished to be free.
In every sense of the word.
A warrior can only be made
by battling with a blade.Those knives you hurl still at me
are now the reason I am free.Thus
All I wished to be
is now the brand new me.Here's something that seems to be motivation Monday material.
Hope you enjoyed ❤️
Please comment and tell me what you think 🤗💞
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Starlight Soliloquies
PoetryPoems spoken aloud till the rhythm was found and steeped in starlight till they shimmered.