place a poem in your pocket
a picture in the locket
like fork prongs in a socket
feel the sparking of the fuse
a love note for the anxious
a voice to fill the blankness
art to kiss the canvas
which one will you choose?
when it all starts to feel dim
like there is little light within
exchange a tiny pocket poem
and feel it heal the bruise
when you think you can’t keep going
like you’re barely coping
know you’re slowly growing
and in growth you’ll find a muse.
12:30am - 10/04/25.
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Author:
Chloe S (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 4th, 2025 06:55
- Category: Unclassified
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