Image and Poem By Glory Anna
Since I left
It’s as though a ghost has retraced my steps.
Leaving behind in my wake
Emptiness
Not to be replaced with reason or meaning.
Cherish what it is you bleed for.
Everyone else will try to change you, and there will be no going back.
About the Creator
Ly Anna
Creating into the void of my own indifference to "fit in."
Come play with me, Revolution loves company!
My First Time Skiing and I Got Lost, Alone, in the French Alps
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie Weiss7 days ago in Humans
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Another amazing entry, well done😊