The bomb exploded My mind became super overloaded Bad thoughts overcrowded I know I should’ve unloaded My soul felt broken I had two options and that’s the one I had chosen My aura was stolen by darkness When nobody listens, I turn the words into poems If I don’t release, they’ll float, now I’m searching for positive quotes I need a different motive; my soul is trapped, but my mind is wide open I held on to that negativity, allowed it space in my mind Many times, I thought I would have roses by my grave But I never gave … Continue reading Grounded