I am a sleepwalker
Weaving my way through the crowded streets of the living
Searching for the ones like me
The ones that are already dead
But have not yet crossed over
Will I find you here
Or have you already gone
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
