The corner became my refuge when sadness became a dress,
when poetry became the escape and journals remained intact,
yet all this time, the walls were silent, keeping my secret safe.
#30in30#poem#poetry@RedRoomPoetry

Published: Medium
The corner became my refuge when sadness became a dress,
when poetry became the escape and journals remained intact,
yet all this time, the walls were silent, keeping my secret safe.
#30in30#poem#poetry@RedRoomPoetry
Published: Medium