i sink deep
into my soul
where the echoes turn to silence
and the pain turns to numbness—
and for a minute
i am
okay
comfortably numb
i sink deep
into my soul
where the echoes turn to silence
and the pain turns to numbness—
and for a minute
i am
okay
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You are so much more,
than okay.
You are radiant.
You radiate.
And you are loved.
Not just by me.
But but anyone with a soul,
who reads what you write.
Oh Cindy… a flood is upon me and it flows from your words. ❤ Merci mille fois! Alas, those evocative words do not come from me but from a very talented young poet named Christopher McGeown and I couldn't resist reblogging it. ❤