some days i can feel my self-esteem cascading like an avalanche,
spiralling out of my grip like snow from the sky.
i try to cling onto it, but each flake melts in my hands,
until i'm left with the transparent remains of my self-worth.
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Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
