this bRoken lullaby. this suNless soul. tears fears. dreams hopes. aches & screams. i stitch them aLL together with sticky fingers writing hoMe. whaT do you caRe what kind of needle i stick into my veins when you’re knitting your oWn song?
i cringe
i cringe for you sometimes
i envy
i wish
i wish
i wish
& wHat to dO with hopes swimming in fear & dreams seWn inTo my eaRs
time. time. drink ginger & cinnamon tea. chamomile me. sew. sew. no more snow! no more broken. no more.
i wrote this poem
count the days…suN
sun is near
suN is near
much anguish illustrated effectively in your lines, the cycle of wishing for more, what might be woven, sewn, the rotation of the earth, the sun's distance.....the cycles of life......the longing for brighter days...
nice work, smile
nice work, smile
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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