soul slowly healing
spotlight shining endlessly
heart behind high walls
tuesday afternoon
how did my life come to this
walls crumble to dust
hope springs eternal
the watchtower is no more
my heartbeat expands
(Prompt: Write a poem using one of the following titles: The Watchtower, Second Breakfast, Books for Beginners, The Woman with the Top Hat, Echo Husband)
This makes me think 🤔. But….🥰✨️🥂
Thank you, anything that makes us think is good, right? 🙂