Used to be a nightmare,
to be alone,
inside my head
my thoughts going everywhere.
I would sit in silence,
staring at my walls,
wondering just when
the turmoil in my head
would escape,
leave me alone.
But its mystery
has been with me
since a child
standing at the top
of my hill
with the gravely path.
I’ve always reflected
seems the same place
in my mind,
forever drawn by
a question,
not always a reality,
often just a fantasy.
For now I have my favorite chair.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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