Underneath My Skin

Underneath My Skin
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Posted on May 2, 2019 by AliceDarkFae

Mary, Mary..

–

What’s this?
This
Disembowelled flower?
Bearer of petals no longer.
Seeker of sunlight,
Blind beggar.
Trapped without garden.
Empty without rain.
I wither in darkness,
Unable to grow.

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Posted in poetry sketchesTagged alicedarkfae, anxiety, broken, can't grow, depression, despair, flower, garden, isolation, misery, misunderstood, poetry sketch, self hate, stigma

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