Poems from Mgallagher19
Grief can be similar to air.
Always there, yet it seems to be taken away from us at points.
Sometimes we need to stop and catch our...
Tick tock, tick tock,
the light fell upon the clock.
At the break of dawn,
the child first yawned.
Opening their eyes
which first saw...
I am a girl.
I wonder if we are understood.
I hear all of the names called our way.
I see the constant negativity in our eyes.
I want to be...