I wear a weight around my neck.
The heaviness of hope like an infinite loop around my mind
I stay inside.
Criss cross ladder, where am I climbing to?
Where am I climbing from and why is it so confusing.
'Rayne, where are you going?'
I am climbing out the poetry mom.
I'm turning myself into a story.
CHAPTER ONE - A cross to bear.
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