burning knife of pain
stabbing at my inner core
takes no holiday
A dyslexic dreamer who once thought reading and writing were beyond reach. Yet here I am, an artist, wordsmith, and illustrator—ready to weave stories and poems from my artwork.
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Not only was this a great and relatable Haiku the graphic you made is great!! With my lower back problems I really felt this one!
I know it well. Happy Holidays anyway!
Your Haiku got to the point! Nice.
I empathize with you. Hugs to you!
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Comments (4)
Not only was this a great and relatable Haiku the graphic you made is great!! With my lower back problems I really felt this one!
I know it well. Happy Holidays anyway!
Your Haiku got to the point! Nice.
I empathize with you. Hugs to you!