C.asual M.anipulations

C.asual M.anipulations

With growth comes pain
We step forward, legs quivering, hearts racing
But we march on

The fire hurts
Yet we don’t look back
We carry on

When the worst comes from our truths
We learn to speak without shame
The worst is only as bad as we allow

Loss of relations is nothing new
The vine grows upward
When the offshoots are trimmed back

Freedom exists if we hold it
We cannot find it in another
Our lives are defined by this

Alysia Markoe (c)


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