and in days when I despise myself,
i cry back in tears yearning for the hours
when my chin never hit the ground
shoulders never sunk in despair
and when this heart never withered with the seasons
i am here
bury me now,
only all that's left to do
flipping through lonely pages of this book
regret filled the empty hollow spaces
rather than words of my best versions
too late! tiny voices whisper
at the wee hours of the night
when my eyes, they refuse to rest
Hush now, sleep through this midnight's slumber,
time will revisit these wounds
soon your days will be merry and gay
Believe
By Jessica John Posko - J.J. Posko©️
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