ForestA Poem by messytessa
pain is the fruit of growth
inside my abdomen a forest of yearning wrapping around my heart soon i shall be- immersed. the infestation no longer makes me cry petals wrap around wounds; give hope, mother one day this body will breed happiness. © 2016 messytessa |
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Added on April 25, 2016 Last Updated on April 25, 2016 AuthormessytessaCanadaAboutAverage girl. Chronic Illness. Tea. Traveling. Small towns and big cities. Poetry. more..Writing
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