Spider’s Web


Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

Brainwashed Beautiful Mind

Some may call it gut, others may call it conscience, but I call it God.

I gave my heart away, only to have it shredded into a million parts. I knew love could fix everything, but this, this was hard.

It would take some time for me to be okay, but in the end my experience would birth this newer version of myself.

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I‘m comfortable being weak.

Because in my weakness, death will come and heal this wound that life has spun.

Today marks a day that I will learn to love myself again. To be whole again and not shun myself.

I am broken, but I am healed.

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