I am sure , Fot today and tomorrow , That hope will be seen clearly With our naked eyes ... Our waiting for that coming hope Will not be useless or absurd ,but It will be great and wonderful too ... I see that invisible hope With my naked eyes As a pretty candle that is seen Afar anytime ... I can not admit that there is no hope ,but I am openly admitting that That hope will be within our reach ... Yes, it's a hair's breadth anytime ... I love things to be clear and I love my coming hope to be clear ... _______________________________________________________________________
This poem sheds light of the way media portrays women and how damaging this can be.
This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?