For the longest I thought I was living.
But instead I was buried in a grave of all the things I'd never said.
I thought I was fighting back. Filled with the essence of life itself.
But instead I was running for survival.
Though love is left when all else is torn away.
Something that can be cultivated and grown like a crown of flowers.
The life love gives is worth fighting for.
Tooth and nail.
Back from death, saved myself.
All focus locked.
Breathing taught well.
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Sunrise or Sunset; The Garden of Hugs
PoetryHey all! This is just a collection of primarily free-verse poems I've created. Every poem is a different flower with a theme. To give the feeling of warmth and healing. With a sprinkling of finding resilience from within. That is the overall goal. E...
