
Photo by Quaritsch Photography on Unsplash
feelings padlocked
burned out
withered like a leaf
after last fall
turned into ashes
eternal thorns
pricking my soul
the wounds will heal
embalmed and cleansed
carefully prepared
for the next enchanting chapters
nothing disturbs
this free flow
real and untainted
by the former fear
my heart robust and reborn
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Sylvia Plath



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