97

the tale of my life
marred with working class dreams
and making ends meet
and violent boys
and skipping dinners I didn’t deserve

if it’s really true that we all have our own burdens to carry
and some are invisible and some are so terribly heavy
I hope that the words I write down and the stories I tell
of every bad thing that’s ever happened to me
become someone else’s survival guide
in how to be thrown into the depths
when you swore you weren’t the drowning type
and learning how to swim to shore.

 

 

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love,
ELLE

16 thoughts on “97

  1. Elle, another one written from deep within your soul. You may be doing more good than you realize. What you write may just be the spark that lets someone that you don’t even know, find the courage to swim to shore instead of drowning in their problems. Thank you for sharing The Tale of my Life.

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