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touch the untapped

By Carisma MariePublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

Good, until I wasn’t

Happy, until I’m not

Wise, until I’m ignorant

The pains of the toils have no effects on the wind

Kissing loved ones is only felt in the rain

Now I understand that sounds bring joy as a heart is only alone until it’s heard

Stifle your truth, Gods watching

Close your ears, the enemy sees you

There's no greater reward than to be awake in woe, in fullness and

whole

Yet stripped,

and left wondering, where did the energy go?

surreal poetry

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    Written by Carisma Marie