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Hand on darkness
Some years ago, I realised
I am the driver of my life
And so I chose light
It was a difficult decision
More difficult than it sounds
It’s hard to know what it is to see
When there’s no darkness around
It’s easy to equate pain with feeling
To attach pain to being
And so I never ran from the dark
I marched towards it
Let it smoke my heart
Instead, it was alw...
Sunday 29th June 2025 5:04 pm
Yellow green iris
Soft petals fell from her yellow
green iris.
No sound could be heard as her petals
fell silent.
A deep breath of air cleared some
thorns deep inside her.
Both feet hit the ground like a song
drunk on cider.
She stood tall like a tree,
Showing strength and desire.
Fire roared while sharp pain
stabbed deeply inside her.
Wild flames blazed the thorns
th...
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