Though you were starved and still
You looked something like a little boy
Perhaps you'll go back to that place we were
Before the womb
May it carry us all there
Like a sleepy child
Swaddled in their mother's arms
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Among Friends Like These...
PoetryMy poetry collection of my personal works centering around developmental relationships that change your very person-- be it good or bad, or a bit of both. This collection also involves themes of trauma such as loss, neglect and abuse.
