Revere Sonder

Don't you see? It's not just we. An Aura gradients every being. the fade always has a deepest blue. That's where their secrets hide, probably not so far inside. Crawling on my my skin, edging under, leaving me reeling at a loss. For what's my reality, but your's too? Empath pain, muddled brain. Confuse her condition, trepidation...she begins to rhyme. Is it time? Depth of understanding, a curse that seeks no pandering. Ah! Free! Search for answers, escape the beast. Don't you see? It's not...so scary.

NOTE: I am depressive, anxious/panicky, timid, and suffer from PTSD, as well as physical ailments. Poetry, coloring my hair, gaming a bit, and tattoos and piercings, are my outlets. You are likely to see many photos of me throughout the years. I'd show my husband (my rock, my stronghold, my rings--as a refer to him in my poetry) and my daughter (innocence, ringed greens, legacy--as I refer to her in my poetry), but I feel it is best to keep them out of the public's eye.