Stone on my back with the world up in view
A body of paper crumpled on cue
Oh Lord my prayers were never quite heard
For I was made to be broken instead of a bird
They swore gravel grounds would never felt worse
It's a consequence I pay for breaking the curse
The floor of rock bottom felt no different than dying
Yet I think I'm up there so I guess it's worth trying
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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. :)
