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It took most of 15 minutes
For my hands to realise they're shaking
It took another 12
To acknowledge the knots in my belly.
It took too long, because they had settled and rooted themselves.
Weeds, but they always bloom when I least expect it.
Or when I'm never looking.
I'm turning my head for them to only watch behind me
Maybe this will let them know how I am scared
Their bright colours seem to comfort me,
Even though the shaking won't stop me from falling through my head.
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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 🌱
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Comments (2)
lovely, Ruby
Fantastic poem! Great work