oxygen flows into broken lungs
as if still asking for permission
cause' you can still hear it wheeze and crack
so sadly if you listen
but once it was so full of air
instead of desperation and despair
and now they coincide.
this is what healing looks like.
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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. :)
