My sorrow
Sometimes I want to touch my sorrow
Just graze it with my finger
Not feeling it too deeply
Willingly letting it linger
Sometimes I want to dive in deep
Feel it in my core
Raw and pure, truly felt pain
No longer to be ignored
The choice is mine and mine alone
Which experience I want to feel
How to behave, what to do
How I want my wounds to heal
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten