my wounds close up and the blood cells twirl in a memorized dance
stitches prick my skin but pull my broken shards together again
my eyes flash furiously and hopefully apart from painfully and aggressively
my thoughts do not wander to longing but rather wander to remembrance
my healing is occurring and i cry these crystals of patience and love knowing i tried my best
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
