Hello dark room of my mind,
A place hidden,
Where it’s not so kind.

I don’t want to visit again,
There is film to develop,
That I don’t want to send.

Pictures of cold,
Hands of stone,
Photos of new and old.

The camera of my eye,
Captures my brokenness,
And the tears I cry.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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