our minds were set free
but our conscience was
left caged, yearning for
it's own nest across the
the obscure walls.
the suffocating, almost
inconspicuous reality
loomed over the forefront
and we, in the process of
finding our way back home,
forgot who we were
in the midst of the darkness
somewhere.
- the inconspicuous reality.
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querencia.
PoetryPOE1 | ❝these verses, how they've become a part of me. scribbled in reverse keeping me in some sort of reverie.❞ ...... querencia - (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic...
