The lengths people will go to disrupt your peace is startling: protect your ball of light as it's very fragile.
In fact you carry an aura that most could only dream of which naturally attracts entities that wish to destroy it, in hopes of replicating something they cannot attain.
Stringing you along.
Feeding you empty promises and reassurance to feed the doubt that fills your stomach, hoping to capture the very essence you possess, for momentary bliss.
Protect your light.
Protect your energy.
Protect your peace.
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Growing Pains
PoetryA raw and uncomfortably honest reflection on what adulting is really like, from the perspective of a naive 20 something year old.
