I’m like a flower. Pretty to look at, admired for its outward appearance. But underneath, my roots are a tangled mess – suffocating under layers of soil, unable to breathe. Withering away with each day that passes as it grows weaker and crumbles.
Unsent letters you’ll never read & broken words I can never speak out loud. A compilation of Freeverse writing and poetry by Courtney Hope.
I’m like a flower. Pretty to look at, admired for its outward appearance. But underneath, my roots are a tangled mess – suffocating under layers of soil, unable to breathe. Withering away with each day that passes as it grows weaker and crumbles.