Ever since my dad died in 2003, I have been writing poetry to help me deal with my emotions. I love to write poetry, and I hope you'll comment on my poems. I love feedback!
The simplicity is almost sharp in its cutting right to the truth, which is point-on familiar.
Re-read this today, had a thought which worked for me when I quested for answers: Maybe what we need is already ours. Maybe it's fruitless to look for it in others, we're already empowered to be our only needed company, who knows. I find I'm comfortable in my own company when once that was impossible (clinical depression). But with time and age...btw your word verif is "untested" how unique!
More prose please.
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