Snakes slither beneath the skin,
Unholy fears crept in.
Strands of wisdom,
Sing a lullaby
And ask me
The poem shows phases of breaking up.
Slowly breaking dawn
Waiting for the Sun's first rays
Glimpses of gold lighting up the dark
Being at peace with yourself is a work in progress. It comes from accepting who you are, who you were, finding forgivene...
I know I'm torn between the different existence but I also know how to hold the torn pieces into substance.
Trying to unlock puzzles that surround me.
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