A poem

Something I’ve always been passionate about is writing poetry. There’s something special about using words to create.

This is a poem I wrote about a week ago. I hope you’re all doing well 🤍✨

There’s a place I call home

Right underneath my spirit

And right above my thoughts

It feels warm and bright and open

Like an open meadow on a spring day

It’s always there

But sometimes hard to find

It’s my best friend

Even when it seems like the magic has run dry

Not brisk nor slow

Nothing to fix and nothing to grow

It just is


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