Hello swell family. Becky here from Visions Expression and I would like to take the time to share this piece. My companion returns to greet my evening poking around and grumbling inside, looking about for the next place to decimate. I am emptied, wrung, wiped and anguished. This plague intertwined within my being that reacts to things unaware
Erica Jean
@HeyItsErica · 1:28
Becky. Hi, Becky. Wow, what a beautiful and soulful poem there. It reminds me of just it's almost like the past. And just everything that happened in the past really sticks to us. And we don't mean for it to be there, but it becomes a sort of familiarity. It hurts us and it becomes familiar to us. But as you concluded your poem, you knew where your source of light and your strength came from