Poetry for a rainy day
You were never meant to be unbroken
Hello.
It’s what feels like the 107th gray, overcast day in a row. Nature’s permission to rest. Take it easy. My body responds by curling inward, shoulders sloping to protect my sensitive heart.
I’ve written several letters to you already, not sure which one to send. It feels like each draft is close to what I want t…
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