Fragmented heart, pulling in different directions.
If I was examined for balance,
I’d fail my inspection.
The flow of life, is a rhythm of harmony.
And so I write, with poetry calmly.
Opened up to you,
I’m closing off old parts of me.
I am bound to nature,
This poetic artistry –
Needs to be bled out, like disrupted arteries.
My mental health dissipated, and I did not now even know it.
I had weakness crying out loud, and I didn’t even mind to show it.
This high mountain of depth,
I didn’t need help to plow it.
The cuts are everywhere,
& I did not need help to sow it.
And still I need to keep going,
This mind of mine is stoic.
This poetic mind of mine feels heroic.
And so in life I keep flowing.
Letting the love flow, in.
The waters of height, I keep on rowing.
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