I'm calm,
My hands stopped shaking.
The fear in my heart,
Is slowly breaking.
My steps more solid,
The movement more fluid.
Breaths taken slowly,
With more thought out through it.
Colors growing sharper,
Lights more intense.
Sensory overload,
That I can not protest.
Seeing and feeling it all chill out,
Then become a better picture.
Like a sketch of a painting decided,
Watching colors all filling in.
Everything is clearer,
My eyes open wide.
Once I just let go of the past,
And let my mind unwind.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
