Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
lanna-evolvedPoems
Undoing every punch Lock my voice inside a dial tone of conflicting passions Is it ok to cry? or should I call? It’s a curious thing when you let these buried phantoms master you They reappear and sweep you up into uncharted territories unknown As you sit and stare at their ghost of a memory Reflecting the dimensions of yourself Smiling happily knowing you have worked on yourself Dissecting the luminosity of your youth Naive innocence Still there No faded imagery or idea too far away to be.. Believed All is possible in the mirror of another world or so it seems…
0
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
Invisible: Called a Curious Thing
Undoing every punch Lock my voice inside a dial tone of conflicting passions Is it ok to cry? or should I call? It’s a curious thing when you let these buried phantoms master you They reappear and sweep you up into uncharted territories unknown As you sit and stare at their ghost of a memory Reflecting the dimensions of yourself Smiling happily knowing you have worked on yourself Dissecting the luminosity of your youth Naive innocence Still there No faded imagery or idea too far away to be.. Believed All is possible in the mirror of another world or so it seems…
#growth#change#perseverance#resilience#selfappreciation#selfknowing#evolving
Written by
lanna-evolved
F
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem