We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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Hiatus for the Unrequited
I’m nervous about sharing this poem, because it’s maybe a little too vulnerable, but…depression really does get like this sometimes. It comes and goes in waves and when the waves go real low, well…it feels like this poem. Sometimes I get discouraged and just existing feels really hard. But I wrote this poem a little…
moon wave
I didn’t want anyone to adopt me, I could take care of myself just fine probably. Or at least I’d made it this far. But I sort of wanted what
nightiaku
ripple blossom rose glisten, under the moonbeam, thirst at lake’s surface
Not sure where to start? How about…
Jordyn Saelor 