When I am not enough

Roksolana Zasiadko

Floating, I am drifting tides of insecurity, my minds might followed a darkened night of shadows that sit, lingering without opportunity.

Ideas once bloomed remain concealed in fear, the whispers that rest in my ear, taunting me, begging me to purge dreams of poetry.

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Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.

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Wild Flower

Wild Flower

Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.

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