I bottled my thoughts
collecting them one by one
each trouble
each self-judgement
each whisper of love
stuffed inside.
then you came
you grew close to me and
you found my bottle on
my back shelf.
I resisted
scratching and clawing
but you unscrewed the cap.
I collapsed .
you finally released me
from all I kept hidden.
we smashed the bottle.
together
Liz / Arden Hills Park / Photo by me
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Camera-eye
PoetryA little book of poems & photography. camera-eye (noun): 1. observation that is detached and photographic in detail 2. ability to hold in mind Thoughts and views of life; the little things and the grand moments, the good and the bad. *All photogra...
