ive decided this is my official coming back.

i missed all of you.

im currently quarantined with my extremely toxic family and its a struggle to stay sane and mentally healthy.

i need somewhere to vent and somewhere to feel the support of others and in that process i want to support all of you and read your poems and gain knowledge about your experiences.

thank you for being such a lovely little community, and a safe haven for people wanting to put their work out into the world.

She was a giver.
Always poured, too much love.
        
                              Never realized
                                     watering a rock
                                              doesn't make it soft.

I am not the result of the past
I am not the result of the abuse
But
I am the result of the future
And I am the result of who I pretend to be.