Posted in Poetry

writing towards sanity


why would anyone ever acknowledge they might be beyond sanity? even stranger, to thank another, for seeing your reality?

Reality: a place to avoid. Hurt exists there. Not in my world. I am immune. Oh! once i was hurt. well, plenty of times…

then i ran away where friends frolic in my dreams. Glad your here…

and if you should go
need space to rearrange
the spell i cast
my heart understands
for my reality
but a dream, can still hurt.

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