The injuries that you can't see, Will remain inside of me. The thoughts that you can't hear, Will be unsaid but strong. The broken dreams that still haunt me, Will keep me in the dark.
Month: May 2021
The Pandemic – A #Poem
Fear and grief have changed our goals, With survival being the trophy. Distance and isolation have made us insane, With no date for an ending. Kindness from strangers has given us hope, With a reminder that goodness exists.