Anxious feelings become welcomed strangers
Is this what freedom feels like
So raw, so familiar
Timidly I explore all of my desires
Feeling my own feelings
I’m in control (is that okay?)
I’m a stranger, stretching into my own skin
My hands ache for the crinkle of this paper, this scratch of the pen
It’s been a long time and although
I’ve remembered you now and again
This is different, real
Permanent
Fear kept me runningBut I’m no longer afraid
It’s okay to stand still in the comfort of warm light
Finding my joy as my heart and soul reunite.
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THAT WAS GREAT. WHERE DID YOU COME UP WITH THAT?
ReplyDeleteTo be honest I don't really remember. But I do know each time I write this is how I feel. Writing feels like home.
ReplyDeleteI Like this alot, the feeling is mutual
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