a reminder for those afraid of running out of yesterdays;
because for months, for years, for a lifetime, i have been taking every breath like it is the last before the end of the world. i have forgotten my lungs are full of air and my life full of potential.
i am not balancing on some daunting precipice, waiting for a gust of wind to blow me over the edge. i will stumble into uncertainty, but i will not fall into an abyss. i am so far from such a thing.
breathe easy. breathe knowing there is something in tomorrow and if you falter in your steps, there is solid ground underneath your feet.
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
