In my darkest days you are the first
glow of dawn that lights the sky,
your pain is as though splitting ofΒ 
seashell that hems in understanding.

I am muse, I am song, yet I am woe
which others reckon their own,
as unadulterated heart I am sound
of the sea crashing upon rocks.

I wish to write words to delve deep
into the poetic mind and retrieve
irrevocable nothings that touch,
hear and taste a world which keeps
me from being myself.

I, am forever bound, to ameliorate
agony of knowing desire better.

 

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β€œI am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want
to better.” – Frida Kahlo

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