out of everything else i could be
I chose this.
of all the promises and hopes and dreams i could select
I refuse to choose just yet.
in time,
measured in constructs and realities that warp
maybe i might know
what is calling me.
the grit between every line
the sun-beaten hardships working away at my hands while i build
a patterned, tiled frame
set to sift and fit everything
but..but...
something else pulls away at my loose edges
stop smudging me, i want my shading bold.
isn't the hissing of the silence what gives us cause to live?
i want..
I wish...
but, how?
~
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 (1)
wonderfully done <3