Unusually, I am calmed.
I can hold my own,
And yet I am still not strong enough
It is a tiring fight I fought
I say it as if it has stopped
I pray to the gods that I can be heard here
I knock on wood just to feel like I can keep surviving.
This is nonsense.
It is the perilous journey I began when I stepped outside my bubble
It shattered and so did I
But it was worth it.
Was it worth it?
It's the question of worth and value that hurts.
The nonsensical poetry that is tiring me out,
Until I collapse into slumber,
Where the mockingjays mock me, intentionally.
Or maybe it is just their nature.
Or maybe it is just my destiny.
It would be unusual, but not for me.
~
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.

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