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expanding

higher and higher and higher

By Ruby RedPublished 3 months ago β€’ 1 min read
expanding
Photo by Maksim Shutov on Unsplash

I said

Fuck it

Let's do it anyway

Forget the hesitations

Let's run through red lights

To get ahead of the queue

Taking its time to decide.

Oh, fuck it all.

There's wasted energy in waiting

I want to take a taste tester and try something else

I can smell it; bursting with flavour.

Let them hold me back

And break my fragile confidence

I shed that skin weeks ago

The porcelain crumpled

And I realised my worth -

Fuck what they think

There's peace in knowing your voice

The adrenaline rush doesn't have to be short-lived

If I put my hand out into the fog

And jump.

Not knowing can be fun!

There's excitement in the long-awaited vulnerability

Of choosing self for the sake of it

And as I shouted fuck it!

The sky opened its ears -

Bold, bold stripes became apparent

Under my diamonds that aren't perfectly cut.

This proves I'm alive

I'll find delight in the off-beat

The unpredictable, new realities

I'll satiate my hunger

For the broken glass ceilings

Fuck what they told you

The impossible heights

Become possible when I start my climb.

Ignore the trembles

Face pacing without counting

Every chime of the deadlines

I refuse to be confined

To a bitchumen road

When there's wildflowers to smell

On high-altitude picnic tables

Up in places no one knows.

Fuck the expectations

I prefer this stylish account

Of the refusal to stop

I want to go

Higher and higher and higher.

I want to feel

Deeper and deeper and deeper

This is a self-proclamation

Of the things achieved until now

There is nowhere to go

Except where my heart is drawn to.

Isn't it intoxicating;

Knowing that once I declared fuck it!

I could seize the world.

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About the Creator

Ruby Red

Heya friend, I'm Red!

I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱

Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology πŸ«ΆπŸ’–

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