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Tue, 03/19/2019 - 22:53 -- asiac1

Tick tock, tick tick tock,

There goes the familiar rhythm of the clock,

As the notes align with the beats in my chest,

Vibrations surge through my fingers fighting to remain at rest.

 

I was alone,

Trapped by feelings of ostracism,

Drowning in immense insecurity,

I was vulnerable.

 

Not to be rescued by someone else,

This was a job entitled to me,

Crippled by the shackles of fear,

I had to break free.

 

Before feeding from the strength of others,

I had to first know me,

So, I found my voice,

Finding comfort and clarity.

 

Fighting my fear to find my place in this space,

I was set free.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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