i've got a soul stuffed full
of criminal wings unzipped
from my back and feet fighting
to run wild beneath all this celestial
weight
it's a struggle
to breathe through
so many dreams
they take up all the space in my house.
if i'm lucky, all this longing leaves
room
for
air
in its wake
someone
planted centuries in my soul.
i get so very sure
of this every time
i try to stretch
so much longing
across one lifetime
there is nothing that
leaves you feeling
quite so small
as having
to shove
all this being
into your one allotted
body
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A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
