The words wept from the depths of her soul swirling, churning visualizations of angst, lacing themselves between the syllables. She did not moan she did not cry but she expressed. She laid bare the feelings, turning them in her fingers, examining their crevices. She tried to understand learn grow and perhaps to delay the […]

via Finding the Lessons, a poem — Sumyanna Writes

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