Notice of absence from Vanna
I come and go. Sometimes I will post everyday for a week and then I won’t post for months.
I come and go. Sometimes I will post everyday for a week and then I won’t post for months.
It’s not a dream. It’s not a dream.
the blood stains, a physical reminder of what happened. Please let it be a dream
the shaking of hands, my body remembering what happened. Please let it be a dream.
the pain, a constant reminder of what happened. Please let it be a dream.
no no it has to be a dream please let it be a dream it has to be a dream please please let it all be a dream
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Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For those who feel this.
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When reality becomes too horrible the mind sometimes makes it a dream. A sand poem of trauma
Thank you
You are most welcome
My friend, this is raw in a way that doesn’t let you look away…that constant circling, trying to push something back that won’t go. It feels immediate and unfiltered, and that’s what makes it land so hard. Powerful write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much
I truly hope it’s a dream and you wake up happy and refreshed 👍✌️
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