Poems from aynia
The smallest room can feel like a cavern
When you’re alone with your own fear and insecurities
As I sit on an unfamiliar bed, with...
Light streams in through the tree tops
I feel the rough bark under my hands
As I sit next to you and listen to the quiet
Your fingers are...
My mind is outside
looking inwards to observe
fighting with myself
At times I feel like a treeseeded in a hard placeor grown in cementstruggling
I want to be like a treealways looking upwards whiledigging...
You are worth the effortYou will always be worth the effort
he saysto my aching heartand haunted mind as I stareblankly, devoid of emotion...