The darkness returns
Clawing
Tapping
Whispering
The words that appear from nowhere
Momentary bursts of hate
Confusion
Months passed
But only now is it recognized
Am I really capable of another fight
At this age
This week?
The darkness returns
Clawing
Tapping
Whispering
The words that appear from nowhere
Momentary bursts of hate
Confusion
Months passed
But only now is it recognized
Am I really capable of another fight
At this age
This week?
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
reconstruction + emotional health
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I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
personal rambles every day for a year ⋄ xii
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