Mess
it’s all a mess
My brain, my pen
they’re all a mess
of thoughts,
of words,
of fears
Exhaustion steals the words
and
s h r e d s
them into frustration
leaving me with fragments of wonder and pain
It’ll be okay
I’m sure it’ll be okay
I’ll manage to piece
[ t o g e t h e r ]
some art
while I’m still in disarray
Secret Thoughts Within 
wow this is amazing, i love how the physical form of the lines really takes part in driving home the me as well
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I’m really glad to hear it. I wanted to give more weight to the words, so I appreciate this comment!
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Wow…i love the form here Bree…and your words truly resonates in my own “messy” world right now🤭
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It’s nice to know we’re not alone 🤣💜
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Nice! Love the playful formatting. I can never figure out how to do that.
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Haha thanks Michelle. I didn’t do anything fancy for this one apart from some spacing within the lines 😆
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Soooooo good! Love this!
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Thanks Ben! Glad to hear it 🙂
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