A swivet is a riptide. Panic consumes you. How do you stop from drowning? Hopelessness smothers You need to reach out But exhaustion weighs you down. It’s Purgatory Your soul is crushed, confined. You can’t escape. Life’s despondency. You don’t want to die But you can’t go on living.
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Purpose (A Poem)
She had always known where she belonged. She had always been proud of yesterday and sure of tomorrow. She had always stood fast on the meaning of the colors within her dreams. She was in love, she was happy, she was home. Home is where the heart is, and hers was here, was it not?Continue reading “Purpose (A Poem)”