You want to know me?
You want to understand my heart?
You should read my words, then.
Think about how they start.
Usually raw and angry
Something hurting from deep within
Not overly complex
But they are if you keep your distance.
I don't trust the people
Who try to get too close too fast;
Inside, my mind's prickly shell
Is replaced by the serenity of the written word.
Almost,
On the brink of being happy, sometime.
Possibility at the change of angle in the Angel's wings,
The butterfly's perspective puppeteered by the spider silk
It is fundamentally trapped by.
How does the fox breathe and find the grit under the grinding teeth?
What would the diamonds poking through its flesh know of peace?
What would any of you know of tempests
Until they reside in your own mind,
And wash away any duty keeping you sane and well
Supposedly breaking your heart again,
But freeing it all the same.
What would you know?
What would you know?
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 🫶💖
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The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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Comments (2)
Phew! Tight: loved the spider and butterfly metaphor.
I love the flow, the imagery, the language. Very cool. ⚡💙 Bill⚡