Let’s stop chasing clarity and start trusting the process.

If I could catch a glimpse of your smile one last time, I’d take a thousand pictures to savor the moment.

Reckless abandon was the literal routine Unfortunately, you get used to the coldness Because closeness and consistency seems unfamiliar

Without the sarcasm Without the pessimism  Without the passiveness Without the projection  Just be happy for me

Anonymity serves me just as well as openness I am an ever- evolving person

Original Prose By Bobbi T.M.

An original poem by Bobbi T.M.

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Original Poem by Bobbi T.M.

Original prose about the journey of recovery. The resurgence after the storm. The phoenix rising from the ashes. Those sentiments fully...

An original poem by Bobbi. Written in dedication to herself.