Poems from noellepurcell
I’m not healthy.
“I want to be enough.”
“I want to be smart.”
“Am I pretty?”
“Why don’t I have it all?”
Exhale.
Let go of perfection....
I close my eyes, the light of day goes dead.
The whisp’ring voices prey upon my fear.
They tick and click and cry and caw and toil.
The...