#artandpain
reading plath,
i wondered —
must every poem
bleed from a broken heart?
or do some verses bloom
for the bright and the unbroken —
for flowers that know
they will wither or be plucked,
yet still sing softly
of the sun that once held them,
and the wind that called their name
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 7:19 AM UTC