A Kinder Sea

She said: “I wish you a kinder sea. “
I feel like I found my old self in this poem book; low self-esteem and hoped to be rescued and seen from afar, by a person. And then they perished.

•the old me•

The present me, I won’t judge.
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My love for poetry is immensely rooted in my transparent-but-fully-covered-feeling personality.
I am not afraid to show my feelings, but what they see is often not the full picture.

I love boldly. I hope highly. And when they are not resonated with by the affected person, I am deeply broken.

I am brave with what I have to say, but to know the whole truth, you will need to be keen on walking with me often silently by the sea, by the coffee places, by the book places, or even just by the recently poured grass in a gentle rain.