What?

poem by: Gianna Sorola
Written on Jul 24, 2016 

There is so much more to me that I haven't even reached. 
I can't explain it, it's not possible.
My thoughts are extremely abstract, yet so clear.
I wish I wasn't so confusing.
There is a time when I need help.
Thankfully, tonight is not that night.

 

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Lovely poem, I think we all remain confused, even those passed their teens but in the end it all works out...well done.
Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 20, 2019 at 9:13am
I agree with Cecilia.....it does work out in the end....but as a teenager you can't see that far ahead.....good luck Gianna....👍🏻

 

 

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