I am here to represent the broken things.
The plants still radiating in the echoes of the fall;
The flowerpot who knew their time had come
The dirt still hugging the seeds of a flower who never seemed to properly bloom.
And every little living thing in between and beyond.
May you heal, and grow;
And may you always be seen by the trees if the sun is what scares you,
~
This is:
My Vocal profile bio if there wasn't a 250 character limit.
The dedication for the book of poems I'm revisiting and working on.
And something I think of when I read through the play I've written, while debating how and when to publish it.
As always, thank you for reading
-Red 🌱✨
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 🫶💖
AI is not art.
Comments (2)
lovely
This is beautiful, Red! Soft, hopeful, and deeply thoughtful—just like a flowerpot holding something precious, waiting for its moment. Love how it weaves through your projects like roots finding their way. Keep growing and blooming! ✨🌱