worry lines
butterflies? no, i have bricks and eggshells.
Next to the eyes
Creased near the brows
They reveal every thought
To the whole world.
They're the worry lines
Of someone tapping away,
Waiting for the dots to be replaced
And a message to be sent.
It's so damn tiring,
Exhausting when they're tight
Muscles wasting energy
On nerves they thought'd be worth it.
I don't like showing them off
It's not a nice thing to feel at night,
But the relief, even short-lived
Can help me remember that I'll be alright.
Still,
It's that weighted feeling
In every creak and crack of my neck
That's evidence of the damage that's settled
And the worry carved into 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 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley6 days ago in Fiction
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