My Quiet Resolves Poem by eve Taylor

My Quiet Resolves



Blindly,

following destiny,

a path quietly,

I sometimes stumble,

over roots and rot,

while lost in thought,

scraped bruises,

bloodily cut,

I try to hide,

my tears inside,

I'm told that,

sadness makes one weak,

making futures bleak.

Sunday, November 4, 2018
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