Less a way for me to express
More of a life support
The only way
My heart keeps beating
But my fingers have stopped moving
The pen has run dry
The paper, mere ashes
By Daphne Shadows
Filed under Not that Kind of Poetry
Tagged as ashes, creative art, creative writing, Daphne Shadows, expression, heart keeps beating, life support, pen and paper, poetry, self expression
Feed Your Soul
I’m Daphne Shadows: Authentic Mess. (Life is messy. I match life.)
Writer. Storyteller. Weirdo. Honest. Changing. Learning. Goofy. Miserable. Joyful. Confused. Certain. Fearful. Brave. Driven. Believer.
Aiming for Balance.
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