Anyone can be a flower – A poem

A flower can grow in a concrete jungle Amid a fractured cement track. Nothing will stop it’s bloom from opening, As it pushes through the crack. A flower can grow in the smallest pot, Confined by hardened terracotta walls. It’s roots can’t reach as far as they want to But it still responds to nature’s…

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Her Library – A Poem

She sat, watching the clock. But she wasn’t really watching at all. She simply gazed ahead With no idea of the time. Surrounded by voices, With no idea what they were saying. She was completely blocked off from the rest of the world. Her body, a brick wall, trapping a secret world inside of her.…

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Drowning – A Poem

Her head Was like a swimming pool. Filled with an ocean of thoughts. Often she sat above And watched the water Quietly lapping. Suppressed thoughts. Controlled. Contained. Until the darkness looms. And a storm brews. The cold, howling wind. A deluge of icy raindrops Piercing her skin. Creating nothing less than a flood. Until she…

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