Relapse
Solitude used to be an escape route
from the chaos of life.
My room was once a safe haven
from the scary world around me.
My house used to be a welcome sight
after a long day.
None of those things are what they once were.
Being stuck in one place for 59 days does that to a person.
My house is no longer home,
the blue walls no longer friendly and welcoming.
My r...
Wednesday 6th May 2020 3:04 pm
To Fly
It's been a while since I dove
deep into the world of poetry.
It's been a while since I wrote
words that meant something to me
for everyone else to see.
I forgot how it felt to put myself on display.
To feel the words under my wings and fly.
I disappeared into reality, never to be seen again.
I swam in vast oceans of my thoughts.
I drove across highways of expectat...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 12:39 am
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