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.
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well composed thoughtful words 🙂
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