I cannot write six-word stories.
Pages and pages of history have come down
from the tips of my fingers
rooted to the depths of my insides,
and no matter how much I write,
my words are still half-truths
unable to explain
the never-ending flutter of wings
that does not tire inside my chest.
A world of pain, a universe of love
can't be confined
within the borders of a white page,
the boundaries of words.
Photo by Lauren R. W.
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