inside

Standing straight,

but hiding still

inside my skin,

a storm prepares.

No one knows,

no one asks.

What’s inside of me

that’s not their grief.

Pain, joy, fear,

hurt, laughter or a tear,

they are mine to bear.

 

 

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About Purple People Breeder

I am a mother, a wife and a woman, struggling with lots of ideas and i have lots of advice to give :p
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