my mothers sadness is contagious;
i think i caught it
in the womb.
her pessimism permeates,
perfectly puncturing
the thinness of my optimism.
she has the ability to rid me of my delicate happiness with her misplaced negativity.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
