![]() HANGING ONA Poem by naomm
i`ve got barely a body
but lots of soul i harness the unseen when i struggle to feel whole and when i break without a sound a new well has to be found i trip and stumble most days still i remember the importance of getting on there wasn`t a sign when i refused to see that the fog had lifted itself in front of me the rumblings of the world have a way of carving themselves into my bones and i`ve been tracing these patterns to understand i reveal rarely when asked but gladly in the dark when the difference can`t be told between what is there and what is sold
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