in self defense, a
broken 16 year old sought
meaning in her pain;
a struggle to become whole
after the splitting apart.
later, rebelling
against misplaced love and rage,
poems became condensed
emotion; ways to speak my
soul in small, unsafe spaces.
as healing flows, the
habit remains. poems, my blue
train; slow burn jazz riffs
contrasted with life's joy. sad
poet with a blissful heart.
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