Poems, Thoughts

Well

I am tired of the unnecessary waves
of frustration that pulls me back
to a well which I’ve climbed out of
a million times,

but I guess my arms will grow stronger
each time I save myself out
of the mess I don’t deserve
and then you can ask me why
you have begun not to matter
to me at all.

— Parveen Maghera

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