life is not a sorrowful existence:
im shedding my green feathers,
for warmer tones;
softening my gaze,
allowing delicate hands to caress my face,
brandishing the lily chains that replace what held me.
there is not enough unhappiness ti contain me anymore.
life is not a sorrowful existence.
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poéziaa collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...
