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Rooms
February 22, 2019
The shining moon fills the entire room,
with all things damaged, ancient, and new.
The sun illuminates all afternoon,
I simply sit here with who know who.
Maybe with my feelings,
or just my contained thoughts,
and maybe all these things cause my healing,
because all things beautiful come from something that rots.
These things that come to mind,
are far from what is the truth.
Who could be that blind,
to come see what’s in my secluded booth.
My thoughts run wild,
but they hide inside like a fearful child.
© Ellen K., Baldwin Park, CA
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This piece means a lot to me. It brings me back to a time where I was lost in myself and I was desperately trying to get back to who I was.