I am a hermit,
curled tight in my shell.
Face pressed into the warmth
of my creativity.
I cannot rise above
perpetual pain
to be your beacon
in the night.
The world is larger
than my mind can stretch.
You will move beyond
to the stars.
Hermit
I am a hermit,
curled tight in my shell.
Face pressed into the warmth
of my creativity.
I cannot rise above
perpetual pain
to be your beacon
in the night.
The world is larger
than my mind can stretch.
You will move beyond
to the stars.
well composed thoughtful words 🙂
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