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I sit in a room filled with voices.
Hearing snippets of sentences.
Off in a world of my own,
Yet part of a thousand conversations.
See I always like to sit by the yellow wallpaper
Rather than be in the centre.
Some days I lie to myself
In wanting the spotlight.
It’s a strange little act of getting old,
Where I want to be near the wall
But also on the floor.
To be apart of; rather than far off.
One day I’ll strive to be seen,
And heard.
Part of one conservation
Engaged in all.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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Comments (1)
What a sweet and thoughtful piece! The yellow wallpaper imagery is charming, and the tug-of-war between being seen and staying hidden feels so relatable. A cozy little gem of introspection!