I'm quiet
Although I'm loud
I'm timid
Although I love centre stage
I can struggle being me
But mostly the struggle is in my mind not my soul
The contradiction is simple
I'm quiet
Although I'm loud
I'm timid
Although I love centre stage
I can struggle being me
But mostly the struggle is in my mind not my soul
The contradiction is simple
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A spirit that is slowly becoming free from the shackles of life.
I looked for my life. Here and there. Even looked back in case I had left it behind. But when I looked back it was gone. I'm glad it went away that day. That month. That year.
Rambling down a cobbled pathway,. I stumbled upon a wild rose,. Deep crimson red,. Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,. Luminescent and innocently pretty,.
To be or not to be. That was never the question!!. The question is what am I??. And who will I be..
The moon is a ball waiting to be thrown up in space The moon is a cookie waiting to be eaten The moon is a yellow button waiting to be pushed.
At what point do you realise all you're doing is worth nothing. We're governed by society's rules and laws, required to live by them if we want to fit in.
As if a star blinked. And popped. To black her place. As if a bulb blew. She turned the room. Inside out. As if I sailed. A thousand miles. To see the sea vanish. I stopped. And turned.
And if our morning star goes out, To hide from what we lack, I too will chase its dying light, And fade my heart to black..
I remember the day. I (thought) I lost my life. It was the day my life changed. Those fatal words. Killed my work. Those fatal words. Changed my life. With that change. Came other changes.
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