She was afraid
Her hands were shaking
Heart was aching
But she remained to act unscathed
Her battle was for all to see
As she was unbelievably
Brave despite
Being terrified
Her identity
A fact that could be
Said ever so naturally
Was unheard of by surrounding ears
And now
She would speak
And take pride in who
She could be
Not all would approve
She was scared of their reply
But no matter how hard their words
She refused to cry
Smoke behind her
Decorated with fire
She was terrified
But she would stay alive.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Quiver
Poesíaa place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
