Mental Health
December Snow & A Frozen Soul
Soul Soothing Journey Numb and cold was my soul as I went to work that day. Sitting in my car and waiting, I had no words to say. I didn’t want to face the world, as much as I loved everyone. Instead, I wanted to hide away and never see the sun. It doesn’t usually shine light on me, it’s either hidden or burning me so. I wish I could live like others, as if the sun is a loving friend instead of a hurtful foe.
By Marysol Ramos6 months ago in Poets
Title: "Moonlit Whispers" ( Content creator and Content writer , Prompt Engineer TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh )
In the realm where shadows dance, A silver symphony, a fleeting trance. Moonlit whispers paint the night, A celestial canvas, pure and bright.
By Taslema Akther Runu6 months ago in Poets