And I was forgotten;
As though I was just the dust on their fingertips,
And I understand if I was too much for them,
Too confusing,
Because most days I was a mystery unto myself,
But one thing I knew for sure,
Is that I didn't want to disappear between the silence of strangers,
Or be destroyed by the light and darkness that merged beneath my skin,
And most days I tried to write myself into existence,
And the window in my room was always left open,
Even in the winter,
Because the cold reminded me I was alive,
In times when I wasn't too sure.
*written based on past events/ feelings (that I have now overcome) *
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Golden days
Poetry"She was free in her wildness, she was a wanderess, a drop of free water, she belonged to no man and to no city." -------------------------------------------- Let me show you the beauty in the world, Let me show you the stars in your veins, Let me...
