Poetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you.
Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...
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We cry when we're grieving or hurt. We cry when stress or our emotions become too much for us to hold inside, so it leaks out. Sometimes, this is as a stream. A trickle that belies the flood it could easily be.
Other times, the flood flows freely. It can wash away the dirt or dust. It can soak the cheeks.
But why can't it just wash us away and leave the pain behind. A tombstone to make where we were finally broken?
