The wound just didn’t make the cut
The bitterness will pass
The sadness makes me a little bit deeper
But what’s hard is the in between
I can weather the storm
I can wipe my tears
I can go on living for years and years
But I break and bleed when I lack a dream
and I'm forced to live in the in between
I can hear all lies and still know the truth
I will face my trauma even down to the root
But I shudder with fear when the path’s
Unclear and I walk alone in the in between
About the Creator
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I embarked to my favorite coastline several years ago in search of feeling in a dark season and accdientally wrote a poem. I have written ever since.
Poetry is what my friends know me for, but words burn in my bones.
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About Writing
Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
By Sarah Wilcox7 days ago in Journal
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