No More Clouds (poem/book#3)
No
More Clouds
So long to that kid not
too long ago who was really shy.
All hope began when I
decided to give my realest love a try.
I’m gonna make it without
this addiction in my hand.
There’s no need for me to
kill my brain, just to feel alive.
I am my piece(s). I own
my peace of mind. No more clouds.
Have you read: Not busy, productive?
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You did it! Your self-authorized voice is both mighty and lovely. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your existence. Thank you for your leadership.
With Admiration,
fern the poet