Poem Untitled, 19th February 2019.

An unreleased poem I wrote in 2019, following themes of love, loss, heartbreak, and coming out the other end almost unscathed.

Eyes closed
I see gold frames with distorting shapes
They morph with the shape of my fluttering lids
Open and shut
I am in the sea
I am a pool of aquamarine blue paint
I am in a garden, then a forest
I am on stage
I am in the desert
I am trapped between rocks
I am on a bed of roses
With each new place, a piece of me grows
The constant movement keeps the pitch dark from settling

Written on 19th February 2019, following what I thought was the worst heartbreak of my life. This poem was written in the gap of hope through the saltwater puddles under my eyes.

#selflove #heartbreak #growth

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