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Healing Most days, it’s hard to breathe The Prozac not hitting fast enough The caffeine making me numb Visions of my former self running through my head Trauma running through my veins Am I enough? Is any of this enough? But, I try to remember Try Try I owe it to myself to heal My ancestors deserve closure What better way than writing? 26 letters Billions of words Infinite possibilities Anxious head Furious typing Ideas at 3 AM I love it all Poetry is just life Life on the page Roots in the ground Feet on the pavement Head in the clouds Insides bursting with light Writing What better way to process it all? The mess inside The disasters outside I deserve it What better way to heal it all?
