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Couldn't sleep,
my eyes restless
as my mind whirs in frustration.
Why?
Why?
You left me
and have let me go,
but I still can't
grasp
reality.
Do not use your words as knives.There are too many people with open wounds,Self inflicted lacerations,Bleeding freely.
I can talk a lot, Now.
But it was poetry that taught me how.
Before my sentences were jumbled up phrases only I could understand,
With with minimal explaining.
Poetry and Me
By Colleen Preston
Poetry and me
Just simply came to be.
Like wind beneath my wings,
