A poem about identity, pain, and refusing to be defined by suffering
I love the way you weave self-improvement messages into poetry. It's really hard to do without sounding preachy or shallow, but you've figured out how to avoid both of those pitfalls.
It’s a fine line ain’t it. I appreciate it.
“The days still come at you like hired men.”
Ugh, love this ✨💫
Thank you I appreciate that
This is a wonderful piece Prusti. 🫶
Hell yeah much appreciated
„a man
who’s finally stopped negotiating with his wounds.” - self portrait?
Fuuuuckin right
I love the way you weave self-improvement messages into poetry. It's really hard to do without sounding preachy or shallow, but you've figured out how to avoid both of those pitfalls.
It’s a fine line ain’t it. I appreciate it.
“The days still come at you like hired men.”
Ugh, love this ✨💫
Thank you I appreciate that
This is a wonderful piece Prusti. 🫶
Hell yeah much appreciated
„a man
who’s finally stopped negotiating with his wounds.” - self portrait?
Fuuuuckin right