In the deepest parts of my darkest shallows
I hid behind my words-
the one place I belong
And in various shades of black and white
I thought that maybe I-
could try and right the wrongs
For once maybe I could erase this pain
in a tear-soaked empty page
where I thought I could begin
I thought I could use my dusty pen
to try and mend my heart-
just go over what’ve always been
But I’m lost…in all that’s been found
without a way, drifting unbound
just to rewrite- I wish I could rewrite
write any story-
just anything…
anything but mine.
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Sparkles and Poetry 