Dense Poem by Brianna Carnegie
Dense
All the grief and anguish I hold in my chest brings new meaning to a heavy heart.
The pain is mine and mine alone; no one is entitled to it.
Most will never know of the illness in my head or the acid in my throat, and just because I carry it well, it is no less heavy.
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,grief
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