The depths of autumn
are but a rainstorm
in my soul,
one that washes out
the unwanted
in ways that
gently console,
and as the cool mists
of November
cover me like a shroud,
I feel myself evolving
into a future
where I'll feel proud
(of who I am)
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
