Warm and shaking, scared of the light.
They come out in the stillness, like flowers at dusk.
They only open when no one is around.
I take them carefully through every moment.
A hidden bunch was tucked close to my heart.
Some fade before they're ever said aloud,
Some shine like little fires I don't dare reach for.
But in the silence between my beats,
They float up, light and free.
And for a while, I feel complete—
A person made of things left unspoken.
Finally able to breathe.
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About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
Center Stage with Gina C.
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
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