My Youth

The Writer Erin
1 min readNov 10, 2022

A poem

The Writer Erin

I used to find myself breathing

I used to feel my lungs breathing

Flowing through the core of me to a place of comfort and peace

The winds breezed calmly over my organs keeping them vital

I remembered who I was then

I flew through the sky like a paper doll

The Writer Erin

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