Poetry: The Weight Is A Gift

Posted on 2018/07/24 by Maison Moonchild

poetry

ViolenceViolence stifles your courage.Your freedom.Dysfunction is your function.The damage.The horror.Time can_t erase.Wounds that never close.Pooling out ever so often in silent tears

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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