overcoming fears
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Her breathing reminds her of the sea
strong inhales like water being pulled from the sand
building potential, building tension
deep exhales hit like the force of waves
Denise woke in the January dark.
It was 3am and a new moon.
She put on a dress for the first time.
Soft cotton, made for young skin.
The fuzz tickled her shoulders
Denise woke in the January dark.
It was 3am and a new moon.
She put on a dress for the first time.
Soft cotton, made for young skin.
The fuzz tickled her shoulders
for so long
i was torn between
faces & places
and not being able to choose
what to do or where to go that
would please others [please me]
i wanted this and i wanted that
Lonlieness is a curious little thing,it infects our thoughtstakes ahold of me sometimesIt makes me feel like no one would care.Like I'm alone in my thoughtsand that frightens me.Because I scare myself.