a different kind of light
long-term & short-term goals
I feel misunderstood by the whole world
all these ashes and promises made of gold
will I be a better human when I achieve it?
at what price? I’m wondering
what will I have to give when I give in?
the path is vague, yet still
I’m going
it is strewn with thorny roses, thistles, and knives
cutting every healthy branch
and melting it with a swamp
from which I must always separate myself
priceless seeds adorning my neckline
and telling me I am worth it
no matter what destiny scrupulously
preparing for me
forgetting this little detail of informing me
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April – September 2022
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Beautifully done!