• _minnaa_ 52w

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    Prompt used - My anxiety sits in a corner

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    My poetry

    My anxiety sits in a corner,
    where it's surrounded by
    the cherry blossom of my poetry.
    The scent of its turmoils
    gets wrapped up
    in my sagacity.
    The audacity of perturbation
    is beyond the limits sometime.
    Yet, my words would find
    a way to strike chords with normalcy.
    Often my lines wouldn't
    make sense to a crowd,
    but it satiates my trepidation.
    I write to fill the crevices
    of my soul and
    ward off consternations.