Original Poetry, Original Writing

Survivor

I am not defined by the depth of my scars
but how I wear them.

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Original Poetry, Original Writing

A Post-Choly Diary

Everyone I love reminds me of my bravery, but here’s a little secret: 

Hidden deeply within the depths of my bravery

is a fear that consumes me. 

A fear that time is running out,

and so is my luck. 

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