In the still

I see

By Kiana CardaPublished 2 months ago • Updated 2 months ago • 1 min read

I was running,

hidden, hiding.

My world got

unbearably dark,

then very, very quiet.

Drowning

in the still —

I surrender.

And finally,

I ask for help.

“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” —Flannery O’Connor

Taking moments I disappeared, and unlearning all my fears.

Still finding my voice, happly learning out loud.

Would love any feed back x

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