My Journal

Day one:

A secret,

A tear,

But only truth.

 

Day two:

Passion pours out,

Breath is shallow,

And I survived.

 

Day three:

Sorrow streams down my face,

Darkness clouds my dreams,

But I lived.

 

Day four:

Deprived of fufillment,

Void of feeling,

But I learned.

 

Day five:

Eyes are opened,

Light has healed my broken soul,

And I accepted. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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