When I feel all alone, I wish I weren’t. “Just call.” “I’m here.” But you’re not. You wouldn’t want what comes with me— the weight, the sadness that doesn’t wash off. I talk. Too much, maybe. Express. Repress. Repeat. Would it help if I said less? “I’m sorry… but.” “I wish I could… but.” They […]
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Category: My Threaded Lines: Poetry
Original poetry and lyrical reflections by Michelle Breaux that explore emotions, personal growth, and the beauty of language. Threads of thought woven into verse.
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