Writers’ Blokke
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Writers’ Blokke

Healing

Photo by Spencer Pugh on Unsplash

Shattered in pieces of plenty
Heavy-hearted,
Is this me…?
I couldn't even recognize

Fighting to breathe more,
walking to empty shore,
keeping me busy,
was not that easy.

Overthinking brain took control
Autopilot mode for a while
Creating a void inside,
nothing let to decide.

Resting alone,
Finding home,
Just for me
with the wind and sea.

Chasing after my thoughts,
have become a lost cause
The winds and the waves and their buffoonery
tells me not to worry.

Smiling a little
Glowing a little
Healing…
Healing…

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