No title #poetry #poem #write #grace #life — So-called Poetry of Biba

With grace, I handle my pain quite well Within my heart and in my chest I walk life with knives in the walk Of every fall I fall I stalk Fall and rise, rise and fall Roll up my sleeves Miserably stubbornly tread. So-called poetry of Biba

No title #poetry #poem #write #grace #life — So-called Poetry of Biba