RachelLeeAnn

Great loss can cause such loud silence.

This is the worst age ever.

I am a lone soldier.

Critique the daylight out of this, but be gentle, guys. This one hits close to home.

A haiku about losing someone.

Another haiku about loss.

I feel like all fellow writers can relate...

Review the crap out of this! :)

A haiku about dealing and coping.

A poem about wanderlust/traveling/purpose.

What if we treated broken hearts like an actual medical injury; like broken bones?

When climbing a mountain so high, the struggle is real.

Removing the mask, and finding out who my enemy truly is.

For my fellow insomniacs. Written at 4 a.m. for authenticity. ;)

Aren't we all?

Haikus make me happy.

A short poem about what it's like to finally start healing.

thread·bare ˈTHredˌber/ adjective: threadbare 1. becoming thin, or tattered

sanc·tu·ar·y ˈsaNG(k)CHo͞oˌerē/ noun 1. a place of refuge or safety.

Healing is hard.

I just love haikus.

It's about hell.

A little late, but I wrote this on New Years :)