274 eyes, 137 people that belonged to them
my legs shook
my body quivered
my throat ached
my eyes watered
So this is what it's like to travel by yourself for the first time.
16 years and counting
my independence had grew
from holding the safe hands of my mother
and the rush of anxiety that followed when I let go
It was time to grow up and do things on my own
so now I try harder
to free myself from the wretched hands that belong to anxiety
and into the welcoming hands of independence
I'm grown up now
which is sad to say
I would really like to keep holding my mother's hand
where the warmth will stay
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Poets poetry
PoetryThese are simply random poems. Some may be personal to me but I hope my poetry will help you get through tough times, for it has helped me.
