Anticipation and anxiety tingled in the tips of her fingers
and coursed through her veins at the pulsating of her beating heart as her hand clasped the metal knob
The prevalent fear of the unknown and her uncertainty had been outweighed by the ideal of a promising future.
And at the flick of her wrist,
color and light splashed the dark walls that had encased her all these years...
Beyond a room of familiarity, stood a whole world full of opportunity.
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Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
