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Have you ever felt so overwhelmingly full that you empty everything within
Just so you can feel something. Different?
She was the most cheerful person you had ever seen
With broken wings.
Just another beautifully broken memory to write about.
What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die
And in this very void, in this very hole you will find
That another childless woman so quietly resides.
Inevitable is life, inevitable is poetry and with accepting that comes something beautiful and profound.
Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.
have you ever woken up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn’t taste the same?
or forever hold your peace.