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This is a poem I wrote in dealing with my mental illnesses.

The river runs deep and deeper yet. Can anyone see the currents beneath? For it rushes through the veins coursing and churning below, A shallow po..

If I pricked my soul would you see it bleed rivers of fish and life, a world of deep shadows, and a sea of forbidden desires? Would it be red a..

I see a rose as red as night, with thorns to prick and take their toll. I lose more my way with each new fright, and with each new caress lose more..

Jenna Erwin Writing