Dear Mom,
one day
the wall
built up of
all of the things
you made me
pretend not to
think and feel
will grow so tall
it will come
crashing down
and I look forward
to that day
so you'll know
how I really feel.
Sincerely,
Vivien
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
