Lost in Transition
𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝
My fears, my sins, my confident
You only know my pain deep inside
My thoughts, my love, my hate
My every moment
In my hearts content
My secrets, my torment
At any moment i must bend
The hummer I must mend
From so many years I tried
To consent
The moment I realized
My demeanour to be my torment
How could I make sure
No one worries for me
My tears, myself mature
No way out to ensure
To rest assure
For a woman that by nature
By stranger, well mature
Never understood
How love misunderstood
Could never find
Another human to mind.
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Chacha Jaramillo
Journaling for expression. Writing as a Mindfulness Practice, reduces Stress & Anxiety
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