With each passing day I feel like I'm less of myself
And I am scared of what could be
And scarred by what has been
With each passing day my hope floats and wanes like a raincloud after rain
But sometimes it lurks
Like the rainbow in its wake.
04.11.22
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
PoetryKnow Thyself - Socrates Have you ever felt like a stranger to yourself? Like you're here, but lost? Just another performing mask in a sea of faces? Another wandering being made of dust? • Finding yourself and healing amidst dark moments of life i...
