This life can be unforgiving
Dark times galore
Tears on the floor
This life is still worth living
The luster
Wonder
I dare blunder my way
I’m falling
I’m falling
I’m falling
Will you be here to catch me as I fall?
I’ve fallen and as I pick myself up
I’ve realized I’m not ok
with being ok.
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Author:
Yorelzinala (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm a right mess. But, getting through it is part of the process.
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Comments2
Very well expressed I hope you clear up your mess 😉
Much peace and respect
Not sure how to describe it, but I feel like it helps to even be here...somehow.
Blessings and Love to you.
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