The pavement has stopped,
I made peace with that.
Trail marks I picked,
While I'm being pricked.
May my way peak,
the highs of life,
the lows of night,
I may peak alone.
Reverting to being one,
I just learned how.
The heathen of none,
shared thoughts of mine.
Fraction of a time,
the cherry of it all.
Picking the pricked self,
blooms when wound's gone.
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I'm Fragile Enough
PoetryThese pieces are all inspired by my own experiences. The title reflects the fragility of life that I've come to understand through my journey. I hope that by sharing these personal reflections with you, you'll find moments of connection and insight...
