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Reduction pours by way of my veins
I experience myself turning into me again
A thousand colors blended into one
Fitting with each other like an imperfect jigsaw
I imagine occasionally it requires a mix of grey
To get to the relaxed of the evening sky
I come to feel the shame clean away
As I rinse my fears with glimmers of hope
You are not mad for emotion the extremes
Just human
I am Madeleine, 1 of the Sub-Editors of the site. I thought I would add this poem to the site for National Poetry Month as poetry has aided me form by lots of tough emotions and ideas. I’m a modern graduate from The University of York with a passion for crafting and psychological wellbeing recognition.
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